The Cook, The Tarantula, and Nocturnal

Tonight I go with Nocturnal, 
My master,
My love.

We rally to The Tarantula
Where we meet The Cook
And the goddess above.

The goddess will be with us,
From Dusk 
To Dawn.

And our love for eachother will spring,
Smelling sweetly so,
And green like the lawn.

 

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