Hotter than Hell
Between hammer n anvil
The demise of Skies!
Fire butterflies fell
On ground just like an Angel...
Heathen till dawn will rise!
Walpurgis night
Restless and wild
Around the circle ov fire,
You're made of lightness
Drown in sweet kindness
Eager for phantom desire.
Your mouth breath in
Liquid precious Darkness
Rotten hearts tattoo is seen-
Tribute to blackest Goddess!
Walpurgis Night
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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Then nothing.
Only the smell of burnt butterflies.
Only your heartbeat —
Too slow.
Too wise.
Анна Виксен 01.05.2026 09:12 • Заявить о нарушении
Only the smell of burnt butterflies.
Only your heartbeat —
Too slow.
Too wise.
Анна Виксен 01.05.2026 09:12 • Заявить о нарушении