A witches’ moon lies deep and low
A thickness in my belly
Orange orb of evening’s grace fulfilled
And I set about to start
The smoke creeps slowly as clouds overhead
I cut the lines a little darker
The abstraction of your life
It glows in time to the month long season
In my many blessed menstrual days
I offer blood up to the womb
Of loving grace, forever, the Goddess Diana
in her closet weeps, but loves her sweet submisivness
I catch the light of a full moon’s incandescence
As the earth below receives my every wish
My breath immersed in waves of Poseidon’s realm
I follow the hierophant to my enchantress doom
Rooted in this life, for better for worse
I’ll cut off your finger to get back the ring
Of a preposterous lie
In my Sibylline wisdom I’ll defeat your fey lie
Embrace the nights decision, eternal life! Mine
Under the celestial, gossamer moon