Dark duel: Algorab conjunct the Moon against some fancy gossipers

On the poetry of performing black magic on an excellent day, when the stars and the moon aligned just right.

SHOES SPELL

SHOES SPELL ♠ The A, the E, the I, the O, the U Mirrors dissolving on my tongue, Eclipsing my breath. I AM . . . dot dot A pot of luck Next to my best shoes on my altar. Is it tonight I sink that boat Of my last judgment? ‘Not I’, said I,Continue reading “SHOES SPELL”

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