#witchqueenofdarkness

[witchqueenofthemoon]

The sun and the moon.

[witchqueenofthemoon]

Your Hades cherishes every tiny flower from his sweet Persephone’s hair, for nothing grew in the Underworld until she arrived.

BODY AND SOUL by @witchqueenofdarkness

[witchqueenofthemoon]

When anger turns to honey / in moments like this I can understand you / for pain is the great connector

[witchqueenofthemoon]

You are my first thought in the morning; my last as I finally fall asleep, aching. There will never be another. You are my final true love, and the greatest.

[witchqueenofthemoon]

Among the cold wealth of Hades, [he] thought, Persephone’s flowers bloomed through cracks of dark gold.

BODY AND SOUL, by @witchqueenofdarkness

[witchqueenofthemoon]

You are a gold ocean of impossible depth.

BODY AND SOUL, by @witchqueenofdarkness

[witchqueenofthemoon]

[witchqueenofthemoon]

My blood is very late

There was a side of me, shivering with apprehension always as she is, that wondered wildly

If by some immaculate conception, I would carry a shadowy child of a small love passed on to life and therein I’d have to find another purpose in raising her alone

(For she is in the future, and I did not see her till of late—now she shimmers in solid copper-violet in the edges of my mind; someday, mama, you’ll sing me lullabies—)

Of course, she would never have been his—it was only my fear and desperation in this lonesome long time that made me contemplate it

Made me wonder wherein I will that home—autumn-bright and warm with crackling golden flame—finally, after tears enough, Wonderlands-full, into graspable reality

But bleeding, at long last—my tears bleed day and night, and I’m surprised they aren’t yet red with the smart of the length of solitude

She was always going to be yours; the knowledge of it settled into me that day I saw you in my waking dream—as twilight fell on some window of time yet to pass

On that day, in that time, I carry her—I saw that too

Beautiful flower—her name forevermore

For now, I bleed. For all of us. Hope burning. Blood running down my leg.