Marya Stark

That dragon heart of darkness kind That scarlet satellite ancestral witchy kind That Avalon Druid lullaby kind That swallowed in the big sads kind That introspection perfection kind That womb guardian anthem kind That ludicrous avant-garde theater nerd kind That trance-y wrathful viking loud drums and mycelium ritual kind That crystal kids doing qigong in the forest with the light fae kind That earth spirit indie chamber folk kind That sensual nectar honey on the edge of razor blades kind That intoxicated carnival mead-drunk mischievous pirate kind That let's go steal the moon kind That unexpected New Orleans ghost story kind That nostalgic iceberg frozen in a Sapphire dream kind That baptism in the bliss of reunion with the Holy kind That naked to the bone kind That felt it all the way through then turned into a flaming bird kind That rhapsody of mermaids taking a bubble bath kind That weaving the red threads into shapes of prophecy kind That SheRose the living Venusian star temple kind That Starling Arrow weaving a Cradle of kindred sister sirens kind That Scarlet Crow conjuring spells of Remembrance kind That Stark Levity chillin' like a vaude-villain at the Faery Wheel kind That Shatter Spell and the Octarine Eyes kind That Devotee of Awe in the Temple Of The Muse kind That walking the Rose Petalled Path Kind That picking up the staff of the Oracle Bard Kind That becoming the VAS kind That kind of music