optimisticghost: HECATE she fell from the forest in sweeping gusts, a form of roguish hair and a
optimisticghost: HECATE she fell from the forest in sweeping gusts, a form of roguish hair and a commander’s eyes in the night. the only warning of her coming was the long baying of the black hounds of every village, eager to meet their master, and when she comes, the sleeping ghosts wake up from every floorboard. out here, the moon illuminates her, and she stands, earthen and patient while the lost, alive and passed, weep, the poplars still, and she knowingly smiles like starlight. -- source link
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