Solstice – The Tigress Awakens

The Purge

I want to burn it all
The filth. The scum.
The self absorbed.
The haughty. The vain.
The rich. The sin.

Song Of Fawns

Stained holy the color
A throne for august queen
This vale of hearth
My elegant womb

Solvitur Ambulando

This is my journey
To this goddamn place
I pace just behind the edge
Or at least what’s left of me
This, my purgatory
My paradox
My gathering
My reckoning