An Inspired Story
Dread Naught
For Her names are many and her enemies few. Fear not the wakened hour whence she comes to prepare the Cloak of Ancestors on a journey to Earth under diamond sighs and cloven hoof. She rides the embrace of night and lingers beside suns glare like a lemon drop of despair. A ring upon the finger of the galaxy we share as your ancestor sat to sup and dine awhile where the Hallows Eve place was set.
Our Minds are Hers and liken to the coming of ages of awareness. Dawns nemesis and Saturn's heartache is Hecate. Dread Naught the change of flesh to Spirit of Air. Gabriel is Her angel and mine...
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