They couldn't burn you then, they can't burn you now. A mother of moons. The daughter of magic. A fire within a wolf's soul. Tied to the stake, letting your wild set you free. A true representation of Hecate, a wrath that goes beyond hell - hounds and ghosts. When night comes, you'll feast and reign

again.

Singing lullabies of hope, while exhaling breaths of tranquility she treasures us with her placidness, anointed with her effervescent aroma. Discharging or inner anguish with her being a slave of abandonment, allowing us to see her chrism of relief extinguishing our affliction. Seducing humility's offering with the grace of a sacred angel, leading us all with her unison a perpetual adherence for love.

Why did you do it, why did you take your own life? Everyone loved you. Why isn't love enough to keep you here, now your gone and I never got to say goodbye and I've always loved you. My heart aches for you, my heart cries for you and I will never understand why you left us all.

RIP

Shon

I may never be more than enough for myself, and that is how the wind will blow for me. I have nail marks on the palms of my hands where life tried to crucify me for being authentic, raw to the bone with my feelings. I am not like you, I will not bend a knee to weaken my body, my stance, my forwardness. Take me as I am, or do not f****** step near me with a coward's tongue. I've died more times than you've attempted to live. My heart is still learning how not to eat itself. My anointment became the love we shared, after ruining my insides on cheap whiskey to burn out the demons I was forced to put there.

I still don't know how to hold you properly, these hands of mine are always used to touching art, beauty, and a love like yours. I want you to be good. I need you to be okay with how much you've already accomplished. Do not belittle yourself nor discredit everything that's brought you here. A place you never thought you would ever be able to make it to. There's always beauty in the struggle, there's always gold to find in the broken parts of life. The hurt you carry and feel are not yours to carry alone. I know how it feels to be alone and grieve with a wounded animal living inside you, and all it does is scream. I will never change any part of you. You no longer have to sit in an empty grave, waiting on everything you love to catch up and join you. Live now while the sun is still fresh and the moon still has shine in your name.

One day, this true love I have for you will make the Earth and you shake. Finding my place, tide twisted off to your rib cage. Your scars lie within me. Fighting my entire life to find you, dying to keep you safe. I hope others remember me, knowing I write of you with a smile, when I knew you were falling apart where you stood. There are no lies between these lines I write for you only. May your hands hold flowers you deserve. Mostly may your smile bring back those who have gone mad for a life they forgot how to live.

My sweetest dear, this letter belongs to you. I know you've had a rough week. I know you're under constant storm clouds. I know the you who feels invincible. Never knowing how much longer you can hold on to anything. The you that has lost faith. You always blame yourself for everything that goes wrong.

To you:

you are very incredible.Making this world a little bit more wonderful, you have so much potential, so many things left for you to do. Time is everything and you have time, plenty of it. Better things are yet to come your way, so, please hang in there. I promise you can do it.

It's been a long road. One without any light or sight to see or to speak to. The breeze beneath the old pine trees move as quickly in the night, attempting to take back what days have been stolen from me, away from my pride. A wind strong moon, harboring a secret strength others become drawn to. Belonging to no one. Making me an outlaw to all who will never understand me. Guarding a heart worthy enough to be whole to be full at all costs. Fended and fighting off every devil aiming to take me out. To each human, courage looks different but to me it's you. The only difference there is, lies within a beautiful reason for surviving, versus reasons for defending, killing an intruder, a thief breaking into your soul for gold not belonging to them. You'll always be my well the one I reside beside, my only source of unbound thirst.

Shall we dance in the halls?

Watching shadows climb up the walls.

As their faces stare, wearing blank expression.

Hush now child, shut your eyes,

this is not witchcraft, it's pantomime.

Phantoms hidden behind mask,

              cause for mass confusion.

Teardrops of crystals falling

from a greasepaint face of white.

Spectres mouth the phrase

                              est tut mir leid.

With sorrow,

a black balloon floats overhead

another lost patriot, all that's left, are teardrops falling like rain ~ aching in pain.