Image sabrina nielsen photography Sweet Queen, I know it feels as though your lungs are heavy And your heart is full of stones I know ...

Original art work - thefoxandtheraven Mist descends Like an ill-begotten shade Obscuring that, The sense you most rely And so I...

image - Natalia Drepina Badb I lay across your gleaming Scythe And scream in silence I am unmade In the shivering tomb of my soul ...

Here’s to the forgotten ones, The lonely hearts, Those who feel like they’re nobody’s first choice, Who feel like outsiders all day...

art - Natalia Drepina Beautiful soul who sits on the ledge, Their voice cracked at what they need to express, But feel the icy grip...

art - kindranikolephotography Shadow priestess, Walking that space where liminality weaves, Lighting candles from the pain in your...

Mother of Babylon Thy speak of sinful flesh falls short of my lips Your scornful nature taps against the skull My flesh burns with...

Freyja My lips, part, As spice and mead touch An ecstasy of forethought The anticipation And will, to see, I stand upon the precipice...

original image - christian-felices-citrus-tree-photography-the-crow That’s the thing about the Crow eyed women With their lips bedecked...

I feel as though flotsam Run ragged on the ocean I have travelled far in search Of something deep and buried They speak of sirens ache...

photography - Michael Germosén Primal Woman, I call to you And speak of spitting fire and Ocean tide Swallowed whole by a passion of...

Original photography - Katerina Plotnikova I ran wild in my dreams last night, I saw you, Little Hawk, I howled and ran and saw your...

Image original - struggled.by sollenafotografie Woman You rose up From dirt and earthiness You were not Conceived by the stars To shrink...

image original -Jojopostfashion "Singing to the lost That is the thing I am not a shining beacon I do not guide Thudding of blackened...

image - TJDrysdale River Witch I found my soul down by the river side Where the bank broke down And the old world sighed It’s tangled...

"The path beyond the open eye, Swollen tides salt heavy and rich Traveller you are called home Meet me at the tail end of nowhere ...

The bitten lip That moment of unyielding need Tantalising Swollen with longing Timeless in the mist of wanting Venom in the first...

These Dark yet Holy things Etched into the very bark Teach us from a pool inked onto the world Forgotten towers of mislaid bricks ...

Image- wallpaperwide Puncture marks punctuate Torn from bullet wounding points A cage of overgrown weeds Deep breaths filling lungs...

The Cailleach “Bloody teeth and wizened fingertips, a Holy unholy sight, hobbling and hopping across the border, Alight and brazen,...