In Artemis’s temple lay the keys of her loom.Born come the stream of weaving hands.Where t
In Artemis’s temple lay the keys of her loom. Born come the stream of weaving hands. Where the Melissae came to milk the honey and river that glow of strands in white and gold. Like the eagle they rise, and fly in praise high of the chalice. For the serpent will speak only through our dreams, and abide the nectar of the Delphi. - Melissa - Luna Fae. Photography unknown. -- source link
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