The Horned Lord Nears
My goddess, ivory skull, ox horns. Dances for me, a nude body, a wicked sight, ritualized. Hips sway, and soft breasts move the rivulets of blood.
Following Easter I’ve been on a somewhat mini theme of religion this week. Perhaps i’ll do an actual Unholy Forces theme one of these weeks. Until then, please enjoy this fantastic poem by L. Stevens. dark smoke gathers hoof steps thump the ground stone angels weep the ground glows red before me sparks fly into […]