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Gothic Collection
Song Of The Witches
When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?
When the Hurley-burley's done,
When the Battle's lost and won,
That will be e'er set of Sun
Where the place?
Upon the heath,
There we go to meet Macbeth.
There we'll perform our magic rites,
And raise such artificial Sprights
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion
We'll double, double, toil and trouble,
And make our hell broth boil and bubble!
-Macbeth
Betwixt The Trees
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Season Of The Witch
The Raven
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
- Edgar Allan Poe
Raven Rose
Ceremony
Under The White Raven
And like the northern sun upon its polar plane
My heart will soon be but a stone, iced and red...
...They nail for one a coffin lid, or sound a knell-
For whom? Autumn now- and summer yesterday!"
- Charles Baudelaire, Autumn Song
Through The Moon Gate
Witchy Woman
Cat Skull, The Witch, & Woman Riding Bat
Keeper Of The Key
Medusa
A Moonlit Incantation
Blessed be the parts of us that are ever untamed.
- Briana Saussy