May your holiday season be filled with blessings, love & creativity.
May you carry that through with you the New Year.
Friday QuotaShe starts her Friday by taking a red markerby
And making an "X" in the thirteenth box
Underneath the orange and black "OCTOBER".
She is nervous but hopeful as she brushes her hair.
When the mirror slips from her hands and becomes shards,
She knocks on her dresser and takes a deep breath.
Because it's raining, she gets her umbrella and opens it before
Opening the door and stepping into the storm.
She walks on the puddle-filled sidewalk, fingers crossed
And mind cursing her own forgetfulness.
Heading down the soggy city street, she looks at her watch,
Discovering she is late for work.
Desperate to be on time, she runs underneath a ladder,
Stopping shortly afterwards to pluck a penny from the pavement.
She is nearly there, but her progress halts when she trips,
And once she is back on her feet she takes just one step
Before tripping again, and the misfortune soon occurs a third time.
She winds up being fifteen minutes late, for she stops
At the local trinket sho
I've exorcised demons.
I've dealt with ghosts.
I know the world
We fear the most.
I've tasted blood,
I've engaged in ritual,
I've danced in the moonlight,
Till it became habitual.
With all the beauty of all the mystical
We are all dreams,
I think you will find
Save our cognizance's testament,
We are but mud given spirit, shape, and mind.
I've lived curses,
I've become gangrel.
I've come back out of it,
Like a bat out of hell.
I've seen the face of the void,
That great eye.
Twisting the manifestations
Of the great lie.
I've brought life out of earth,
I've made it rain,
I've made fire burst,
And I've called on air,
And held the reigns.
But the greatest rite,
I omit from you-
For man cannot grasp it.
And with that, I bid you adieu.