"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?. For if I shall see thy Will be done. Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue". . Three moondials froze in the shadow of six.
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night. Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed.
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night. Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?. For if I shall see thy Will be done. Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue". . Three moondials froze in the shadow of six.