Tag: ritual

  • A poem: The Rite

    Her face aglow,
    she performs her rite
    gracefully, like the snow
    in the silver lunar light;
    deathly hair, startling eyes,
    soul-enhancing
    white night purity, necromancing-
    nude porcelain skin,
    beauty within
    whispers of sin;
    knowledge sought after
    flirting with disaster
    secrets held in astral shells
    uttered in diffuse spells
    the occult- her only master.