Astral Travel

The girl had golden wings
Her white hair as silver threads
Her eyes two crimson pearls
Her lips painted with fire,
At her waist hung a sword
Forged with the saliva of the gods.
She was walking naked on the side of the road,
The road was deserted.
The girl mumbled something to herself,
Every so
She showed her fist to the heavens
Cursing the Goddess for make her come.
Her figure shone
About the still life of the desert.
In her right hand she had a mirror
A magic glass of ancient times.
The wind sang around her
And the gray sky purified her
With blood tears.

From one moment to another my cord stopped
And I returned to my body
To continue walking
The path of the mortals.

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