Tir Na Nog
Complete rounds a wink doth see I wend my grace:
Wand’rest past sprite and shop
Soon, dream and toil; nay, to meet
But! Forswear whence awakened to sorrowful things
I know; yea know, to follow stars home, this I swear on sullied soul
Past briar’s way wherethrough folly travelers now lost and check’d
Star-dust wanderers to compare, thence remov’d mine centered seed
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Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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