I am the Ponderous, Wandering Soul...

I dream of impish fancies and fairy dust. I long for starlight glamour and twilight's glitter. I wish for sunny hearts and stormy minds. I ache for the touch of love and the caress of a lover...

Tell me, fellow soul...
Tell me of the poisoned fruits and the inescapable truths.

I Wish to Dance...

Just want to go out into the woods... see the green haze... see the dim light... 

Though I must ignore the bodies...

I want a dance with my delicious Zombie boy from the night... 

That poor misunderstood Zombie boy... he is not what they think... 

He is of Faerie.

They are all of Faerie.

Unseelie.

The Court of Night.

He would dance;

Just Dance...

... and dance...

... and dance

with

me.

But I won't go. Can't go.

Chained.
Iron.
      Here. 
Stuck.
Magick.
     Gone.

At the light of dusk I wish for...

No.

Now is not the time...
I will not be a girl of the night now...

... because I can never be such again.

The Other Side of the Looking-Glass...

Through the looking-glass ...

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Open the door

Right or Left

Find the Moral

Dream your desire

Be Queen

Hate it
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...Reverse the card.