„Together we can bend the borders of this world,
and break reality apart“,
is what they might have whispered,
when this witch was falling.
It may have been Beli,
who would have you swear
against the cruel hands of
your fathers‘.
There is also Belz,
who collects those souls
that have gone lost
and finds for them
a place to be.
Maybe it was Tanas,
winning every argument,
or Mammon,
who’ll make you burn
for things you never knew
you wanted.
„Together we can rot their souls“,
they might have said,
and a witch was falling,
was falling for them,
for one of them,
her chosen one of them,
and suddenly a pain
was easing
she hadn‘t even known
she had been in.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
