Light workers=annoying fuckers who get triggered by my posts. I don't know why they follow my page since it's about the LEFT-HAND PATH. We don't deny darkness and chaos.
Its silken hues turned shadow-stained,
A visage of horrors her soul had gained.
For a while she danced in a thousand courts,
The canvas wore her sins as retorts.
Thus struck the bargain, silent, unspoken,
A vow sealed in a stroke unbroken.
While Mei remained, untainted by age,
The painting grew darker, a cursed stage.
The Princess Mei, of porcelain grace,
Her mirror held captive her flawless face.
A painter came, with a brush of gold,
To capture her youth, her tale untold.
In a palace adorned with moonlit jade,
Where cherry blossoms in silence swayed,
Lived an empress cloaked in beauty’s guise,
Her face a spell, her soul in disguise.