7 witches 7 books

7 witches 7 books
the horizon line opens up
which is not a horizon
because there is something very old
stored there
call it temptation
or
perhaps the permanent vision
of something is softened
with certain words
of a forbidden language
sorcery
lift the way to the corners
where the dogs of desire
you are old as this cult of ruins
eternity has seen you wandering many times
the needles of the secret you keep
now you wait with patience
there are unnamable things that move between dimensions
abject and at the same time beautiful
among them comes floating the desirable young man
naked
is yours
7 witches 7 books
the pleasures of the flash
his mind food for your faithful henchmen

 

The hammer of the witches. Lovely poem.

 

No el malleus maleficarun no por favor, jajaja. No quiero volver a dar embeleco a los cazadores de brujas. Xd. Thank your to read me.