NOVEMBER

If recovery is singing into a new morning, I want to lean into its wings

I am learning to trust myself, despite—

   They rose from the depths of chaos and depravity, the most powerful vampires upon the face of the earth; and beneath their lethal jurisdiction the rest bowed in terror.

                                        BEAUTY IS TERROR…

    Blood pays for blood. The Great Covens have ruled over the world for millennia – a hundred thousand years of fear, a hundred thousand years of majesty and sin so sacred that it burns. Their court is shrouded in darkness, their empire expanded through terror. Like gods of the unholy divine, they kiss and conquer and destroy; bathed in vainglory and draped in lace. They are immortal in splendor; as is their legacy, shining with the radiance of a thousand black suns. And as the heavens rain darkness, the masses fall at their feet: and in their wake the ground grows slick with blood, tasting of carnage as primal as the birth of the world. Death courts them, desolation trembles at their name.    Languidly, they reign in their palace of crystal chandeliers and scarlet silk – and in those shadowed courts of smoke and fury, prepare to devour all which lays before them. Cruelty is an artform, and killing a sport. They strike their enemies down like lambs at a slaughter, with such exquisite grace that it could almost be called b e a u t i f u l . They have ruled the world since the beginning of time. And what could stop them now?

                                         & TERROR IS POWER.