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Showing posts from February 2, 2012

"A Sleepy Conscience."

growing like hairs

I can see through you   oh Hecate, the darkness goddess  your howling dogs during darkest of the night Did I hear it calling ? A snake-headed creature waiting at the crossroad Changing forms, sometimes formless lurking behind this big tree, now my curiosity grows like hairs Did you hear the voice I never spoke?  I fear you only when I fear.
For all those, who never fear the darkness.