We live in perpetuity. We three witches. Above the soil. Beneath the clouds. Amidst the alabaster pillars. As the serpent, devouring itself. In liquid. In fire.
In three lovely bodies, forever young. Our breasts and cunts our source of endless pleasure. Wrapped in the leaves of the forest. Our three bodies. Outside the grace of the two gods. One beating heart.
Three sisters. Three witches. Only the decay of the hex. Of the curse. The spell woven in eternity. Naked as the entrails of the goat. Bathed in its blood.
Until you blow the horn to awaken us. It begins.