Tetramorphy

 

 

I am thinking on how I love you

And it sends me as an arrow

And I am going to my graveyard

And I am going down deep

descending all alone

inside the black parts of my bones

and I am building

golden thrones

in which shall sit

an arrangement of birds

pulling with their wings

straining through my veins

crying out through my eyes

lifting them to the skies

and the Sun

shall take me as its daughter

I will no longer seek a Father

and the garden made of gold

shall a diamond reveal

burning every eel

 

till the truth be told

-White Witch

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