Bare feet make sound even on fallen ground the breathing of shadows the leaving of warmth sounds of night on this holy Earth There's no sorrows here that don't bless the Heart my prayers in the dark my exposed occultic parts all of it coalesce in sigils of intentful art If mirrors can find their light even at Night when its not so bright and the need to flight is nowhere in sight —reflections she makes with ease and there's no incantation no scrying of mist and no requirement to bleed and no need to wish —only a promise of lips that say the quiet out loud like a Mirror unbound in these darkly reflections gradually we're found.
