From my breath potions fell into the black mirror of the
Moon from my mouth songs dripped of Absinthe and Raven’s tears
A jagged maze of sinking trees gathered my
Soul with clawed branches where all the dark things climbed in and there my perched itself
Heart into the sharp bones
Wander with me under the solace of stars let the forest swell with darkness till our bodies disappear
From forest to forest my spirit wanders the bark still lingers on my skin the branches still impale my soul
soul to soul let our scars shine in the darkness
Lost souls still dream in the dying garden
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