Tag: Witchs’ Sabbath
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27 Oct: Channelling Goya
Channelling Goya’s Pinturas Negras He’s in an abyss only knownin a poet’s dream of eternal foreboding.He stands before a wallin his common guise,straight as a sentinel corn in a field.And he paintsstrokes of thunder’s crash, a shroud of twilight’s black dim around moonlight’s rim.It’s a secret memoryof darkness loyal to the moon,of returning roads and…
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