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DIANA MARIN

CREATIVE WRITER & SOCIAL MEDIA SPECIALIST

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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.

July 1, 2019Diana Marin free verse, poem, poems, poetry, poetry blog, ritual, writing 2 Comments
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