She is dark they say, the black goddess,
rich scum in a bottomless well
of spittle and black voices,
of old bones rattling, clanging, dancing the depths
rising with the moon, reading our life with her stories.
She is dark they say, the black goddess,
rich scum in a bottomless well
of spittle and black voices,
of old bones rattling, clanging, dancing the depths
rising with the moon, reading our life with her stories.