Her Flesh, The Earth Beneath Serpents

2nd Serpentine Fever

“Be still the heart like death. She is unreal, a trickery of night shadows and moonlight, an illusion over an Earth of vermin. She is a phantom, a suicide, or someone’s victim. She is an apparition bearing a mad and black grin over a blanched and bled face; perhaps a witching lunatic gone astray from some coven’s secret sabbat, a stray gone frenzied and awry on blood and wine.” ~The Harlot Goddess


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