I will breathe on thee, three drops of blood I draw from thee.
The first from thy heart, the other from thy liver, the third from thy vigorous life.
By this I take all thy strength, and thou losest the strife.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from a Lovesick Witch
PoetryA twenty-first century youthful mage, so as considered desperate for true love and affection, writes her thoughts and chants about the manifestations casted under her accountability in hopes to improve her love seeking.
