it is in the witching hour
in the dawn of days
walk widdershins with me
skyclad
as above
so below
as within
so without
find the treasure of
unspoken things of
broken things
raise light with me
in this
darkest place
Rebeca Thomas Poetry and Photography
it is in the witching hour
in the dawn of days
walk widdershins with me
skyclad
as above
so below
as within
so without
find the treasure of
unspoken things of
broken things
raise light with me
in this
darkest place