Callisto, adorned with an ancient jade helm
With reverence to Venus, retreated to her idyllic realm
Hair like bronze oxidized, then became green
Enchanted her mirrors with emerald, rose, and olivine
Like Persephone within a wintertide gloam,
with pomegranate lips, parallel to red in bloodstone
Whispered fleeting rhymes, into a blushing soft glow
Soaked skin glimmered with ice crystals from the snow
Just then, breathed life into the gentle shadow of Venus
Gracefully added honey on the altar of the High Priestess
A lulling invocation brought occultation in Peridot
Into the worlds that were veiled, and the worlds that were not
Focused her gaze beyond into the mirror’s reflection:
Callisto, charmed hair, and fragments of her heaven
Remaining, was Aphrodite’s glamorous magician
Alone, but exalted under effervescence and viridian.
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The Mad Sorceress
I am a writer, poet, lyricist, and a draglesque artist who is inspired by Sword and Sorcery themes, The Golden Age of Arcade Video Games, The Occult, and The Hero’s Quest.
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