the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“In the frozen dark your Witch has slumbered.
Lost in the ice you summoned and the stony ground you walk, she has slept safely through your storm.
Now the earth will burn, and she will be free.
Let her be, let her be.”
Lost in the ice you summoned and the stony ground you walk, she has slept safely through your storm.
Now the earth will burn, and she will be free.
Let her be, let her be.”