#sandy devito

[witchqueenofthemoon]

I loved him, as I love him still, as I love him ever so endlessly, in whatever shade I see him or remember him, or think upon him. I had forgiven all ill upon me from him, his coldness to me from his fear and foreboding, and I prayed he could forgive the ills he had done himself; no vice of desire, but one of self-immolation.

HILLAM HALL, by Sandy Settle (@witchqueenofthemoon)

[witchqueenofthemoon]

His sharp eyes met mine; they were both lascivious with desirous beauty and deeply wise beyond my understanding, and they petrified me.

HILLAM HALL, by Sandy Settle (@witchqueenofthemoon)

[witchqueenofthemoon]

But I thought of that inexorable feeling of fate once again. Sometimes one can do nothing but move forward. Sometimes one can only tread into the unknown and hope, truly, for fate’s kindness, or accept fate’s rancor.

HILLAM HALL, by Sandy DeVito (@witchqueenofthemoon)

[witchqueenofthemoon]

“Be golden, like honey. You are roses to him.”

—@witchqueenofdarkness

[witchqueenofthemoon]

Not all answers are found outwardly. Some lie within the self, and are brought out.

HILLAM HALL, by Sandy Settle (@witchqueenofthemoon)

[witchqueenofthemoon]

And so I had nothing, not even the knowledge of my despair. It was as a whirling vortex upon the wind. I could merely stand inside of it, and cry into the cosmic night.

HILLAM HALL, by @witchqueenofthemoon