where the misty mountains end, the valley grows thick,
Where Medeina creates balance between her tricks,
Follow me beneath her crown, that darkened forest floor,
Down the path of caves, knock on osiris' door,
Be vigilant, be brave, be true, deep in your soul,
Believe, let your deepest inner light guide you through,
Adjust, redirect and define your point of view,
Goddess hecate may bring fortune to your life,
Lucky are those, those few that glimpse their afterlife,
Careful as you go, dicey is the astral plane,
Tormented screams of the damned are all that remain,
No one is created equal, alot will fail,
Just less than half deserves their perfect fairytale.
- Author: A.L.H (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 19th, 2022 12:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
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