Photo By: MadamChryzl

Water hung from her finger tips like tears…

Her gown drenched in the heaviness of her fears…

She waltzed the whole way, barely touching the floor…

Voraciously, her body craved emptiness and needed more…

Harrowed, she cried and circled to try and find a way…

In the places she roamed, never was it day…

Seemingly infinite stone tablets with names and dates…

None of which the markings properly described fates…

She wined about the confines of the iron spades that held her within…

She moaned and she drifted, knowing that her ghostly search would never end…

But……

Perhaps Mother October, this once, will allow her to pretend… -Madamchryzl-

October on the bayou, is born again… it’s anew….

It brings elements of plenty and elements of few…

Long days of light bring conjure up an amplified night…

No need to investigate through the caliginous maze; your shadow shall cast about and find the ways…

 The fall orbit brings in fields of treasure and harvests of the darkest pleasure…

Murky waters radiate heavy and electrifying energies.

Souls of the night world gather their synergies.

 They are bound to an eternity of giving…

Finding their own way to feel like they are living…

In this ancient world of gramarye…

Wise, one would be; to stay away… MadamC

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