Flip flip, spin around the bat hit the X in the crystal that glows behind it I See
2 eyes with a tagine lid upside-down upon his head, a vest he wears, top of the middle it's stitched
Seraph in the sky
her forked tongue
tastes the air for prey
so much wickedness gone astray
insatiable an appetite
she raises her head
looking over the edge of the world
new Moon delight let us celebrate the passing the old way
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