I am the snake witch don’t you dare try to draw me I’m older than the new world. They found me in a cave, carved into the stone, the markings on me exquisite.
As I spread open to the holy trinity of the mystery I am grounded with a belt of jewels around my waist and silver ties around my knees.
The snakes touch the tips of my feet, around one’s tail is wrapped an unknown. The other snake is marked with . Both snakes are biting my hair. I have them both by the throat. My heart and mind are protected by a chain mail. My face is terrible pure rage.
Fucking owning it. Come and get it. Always the balance between strength and ease.