The druid
conjures ice frosted
angel’s tears
from the carrion
hibiscuses;

She builds gold-foiled
canoe-crescent suns;

They’re a bioluminescent
Incan yellow, like
the souls of
deceased wildflowers

The sorceress makes blood
from pulverized
rose petals.

She is a white rose
in the misty gloaming,
and a swan at
the crystal dawn.

Her metamorphic
sorcery
is written in claret on
the pudendal
walls of Eden.

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