Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow’d house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.
unknowntruths1524 –
Please please please bring this back, this is one of my favorite perfumes but I barely wear it because I only copped one bottle ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
It smells amazing and I get so many compliments, a gorgeous kind of spicy scent that’s addictive
unknowntruths1524 –
Please please please bring this back, this is one of my favorite perfumes but I barely wear it because I only copped one bottle ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
It smells amazing and I get so many compliments, a gorgeous kind of spicy scent that’s addictive