Biting wolves take their meat when they can get it make no apologies. Carnivores of the woods devour the scent my shadow brings. To the fertile dark I ask what of my anger? and gnash my teeth against the blackness. To my ears she whispers take an oath to trust the shivers and the quivers … Continue reading In the dark
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Fall balance
It is the Autumn Equinox, a few days past the Harvest Moon and the witch’s Thanksgiving, Mabon; the Singing Moon. Whatever you name it, the time is now that we are halfway between summer and winter when darkness emerges from the Shadows extending a hand to greet the end of light. Taking the baton, Shadow … Continue reading Fall balance
Angela Mason 