„Who is ever going to hear me,
if I don‘t sing by the window?
Would you have heard me,
that very night?
What if I dare to,
but nobody is passing by?
Will I ever know,
if I never sing by the window?“,
… a witch once sighed.
The historical horror of being alive
„Who is ever going to hear me,
if I don‘t sing by the window?
Would you have heard me,
that very night?
What if I dare to,
but nobody is passing by?
Will I ever know,
if I never sing by the window?“,
… a witch once sighed.
About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales. View more posts