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 ♠ 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”