“If the pine trees whisper your name, the night will come for what it claims.” A Witch’s Lullaby Hear my call, my wild beloved,Beneath the weeping trees,The night is full of whispered oaths--Come drink the dark with me. The woods are stirring,...

Swimming through a sea of ice and glass... Trying so hard to let go of the past... Crimson swirls do glisten and shine... Oh the pain is so sublime...   From my bleeding soul... Does a scarlette river flow... Let's me know im still alive... Tells me...

Your tiny lips upon my breast... For milk, to sleep upon my chest... Softer than velvet, Upon My face... Your five little finger, rest in place...   Your suckling sounds put me at ease... For I know there's enough for you to eat... Sweet dreams my...