A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.
Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.
After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.
Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.
Tag: black
Spiral Safely
Round and round we spin.
So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.
This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.
Black Candle Prayer to Santa Muerte
I light this black candle 🕯️
not to ask,
not to demand,
not to move fate
but to ground myself in truth and presence. 🌙
Let this flame anchor me. 🔥
Let my feet be heavy on the earth.
Asé
The cold wind blows
So it is you this time around that has been dealt a blow?
Well, that is just how these things go..
Things come back around they say
For every seed we sow
We pay.
This day a cold wind blows
Tomorrow, no one knows
Everyone baffled
Where is our future?
Do we have one even?
In this life, a season gone in the blink of an eye
We grow old
We die
Not enthusiastic for a short life of suffering
No shield buffering the pain
In the end only darkness
Cold
Pouring rain
