Sisters of the night, is this not a time for unity? Come, rest and ease your spirits.
There is only so much room on a page, a heart, a mind. This is a time of reality and in it peace. Even though your lips and breath pass the words of incantations it is upon your hands that true strength resides.
Forget the stains of ink and blood….they will only ever want another page. Dig the earth and see what blossoms will reveal themselves.
And if you should smile, remember your bloom
