She finds herself lost amongst the crooked forest of vanity, lust and misery.
It is a place where the hallowed do fall and all the shadows were born to dance.
A place for mad tea parties and opium dreams -
 
It is inside her head and all around her.
 
She is not lost - for there she is a priestess:
A maiden, mother and crone -
she is searching the unknown
laws of magick and tearing down the walls of cravity
just like she was born to do so
in the very beginning.
 
If you reach for her she shall appear
but be vary and wise, whenever you call her:
 
for she can be the end of everything
you have ever known
 
or the very sweetest dream -
a pretty piece of fiction -
underneath of
your eyelids.