Power of Me
I’ve been dying for some sigils.
Its like my skin has been screaming to be painted with magic.
Ink as dark as the New Moon.
I paint.
Creating my own reality.
Where there is a will, there is a way.
I weave magic into every stroke.
Intentions given life, life given to ink.
The Power of Me.
I paint.
The New Moon Gives me strength and gives me power to my intentions.
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