And the day will then dawn, it won’t be too long When serpents will rise thru the mist in the skies Winged horses will care, bright light will they bear Through the smoke they will fly for the fire won’t die Deep in the maze, they’ll move through the haze To the womb...
Darkness swamps my vision, and I wonder, where did the light go? Yet it feels nourishing – this place of nothing. A fertile place of creation, the dark womb of mother pulls me in. In the hands of the priestess, my body slips away as the mind melts into...
