Crushed sage
To pentacle lips
Chanting melancholia
Into the spiral well
Alabaster steps
The prettiest spell
Of darling acrylics
Floating with the craft
Of cauldron theatrics
Coma candles
Lining etched beauty
With vanta fire
Seeded in historic wombs
Bones of demonized monarchs
The devil licked the spines of -
Salem embroidered in coven blood
Pale skin to soot
Magic dances under the sun
They are the pretty things
The libraries in the attic
Dead angels encased and archaic
Draped in burnt literature
Because in the face of God
They'd fall with Belial
Misunderstood
Stained
Of char
And firewood
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