❤ Visit Allie at Dances with Tricksters!
There’s the twist of a dance, a candle flame whirring,
a staff carved with a snake that I pound out runes, a
crevasse so dark in bone-strewn Catacombs, I drown in
dust, my broom flies high through onyx nightmares nine,
why do dreams always come with sixpence and rich liquor?