The Priestess of Darkness – Rick Luellen

I am the priestess
Approach me.

My eyes see more plainly …
If anyone lays a hand toward him.

Magic of Astarte
Once a curious thing
Seemed horrible
Bent over him
. . . Then he rose!

At that moment,
       I have killed him.

And she fainted.
There was a cry

“I tried,” he interrupted.
“Are we all mad?”

 The wound, I saw it glitter!

there is nothing.
I didn’t look here

If there was a weapon,
I was curiously averse —
       –to disaster
of the whole thing
opposed the idea,
        or trance

It was one thought . . .

. . . “I hope not.”


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