The Moon Nymph by Luis Ricardo Falero (1883)
the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.
I
Under the starry sky,
I find myself at the crossroads,
The moon greets me as a friend,
With its illuminating glow,
Under that white beam I find,
An ever-blazing torch held three-fold,
With a stern gaze, soul piercing touch,
Held tight as a bright light guides the way,
Obsidian pebbles mark the path,
To where I let go and create,
And as the air fills with lavender and myrrh,
As dandelions make their way from the underworld,
As I place garlic upon the threshold,
And walk through the gates,
To which the keyholder granted me access,
Knowing I am protected.
Hail Hekate!
Hail Hekate!
Hail Hekate!
Kiss of Helios
people just look at me and become murderously infatuated with me to the point that theyβll do anything for me and i absolutely take advantage of that.
compared to my beauty no oneβs even on the scale.
thereβs no better pleasure than to live as a beauty.
i have everyone hypnotised into a loving trance with my beauty so that they will do anything for me.
my only real interest is myself.
iβm so used to people just being immediately in love with me and doing exactly what i want.
iβm frequently described as almost impossibly beautiful by those i meet.
my mere presence seems to drive people to become fixated on me, positively.
the more i look at myself, the more beautiful i look.
mark my words, youβll never find another girl of my caliber.
iβm the prettiest girl everyone has ever seen.
my beauty captivate people utterly.
iβm the protagonist of the world.
people will never stumble on another girl as beautiful as me.
not even the highest quality camera can capture a tenth of my beauty.
when people see me all they can think about is βwhat a bewitching girlβ.
i have the ability to seduce people to do my bidding.
through my perfect tactics of seduction i eventually draw any person to fall in love with me.
my beautyβs eternal.
poor thing, itβs a pity you werenβt born with my natural charms.
everywhere i go people canβt take their eyes off me, not even for a second.
everyone desperately confesses their immense love for me.
my beautyβs otherworldly and everyone agrees.
people worships the ground i walk on.
21 . love witch . she/her
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