the aeolian harp sings its lonesome song of magic…
glow eyed witches and ghost lights hiss through the nightly city
run, Larah run!
raindrops in my long red hair…
jinnies JUMP at me, rustling out of the fallen leaves, their bony fingers stretched out to me
tap tap tap…
run Larah run!
Stardust, glittering on my sweaty moist skin
the Fairy of Mists and Fogs lures her fairysong in the drifting, whirling shimmering lights…
tap tap tap….
time of the storms of the equinoxe!
the shocked deer barks into the night
tap tap tap
the howling storm brutally whipping rolling hills and bleak lands…
driving windtorn ripped fat clouds along in rage
drags on me, battling me
tap tap tap…
my little feet splishing the wet path
rainborn giants stomping over the country
reaching out for farms and villages, harvesting
the fruit of ghostly battle on the catalaunian fields, sown by the black Norns
tap tap tap…
I SCREAM against the wind and my hair caresses my face and my neck…
tap tap tap…
thinking of you…the wan yellowish evening light casting Aphrodites’ makeup on our faces…
my tender and beautiful beloved
you, my beautiful angel of love…
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