when woods make graves

The Witch Fen 

Please Don't Murder Me - I'm pregnant with The Goat Lord of Cancer 

...Of Eldritch Scripts 

An Orgy Of Flies Licking Upon The Wounded Mind Of A Decaying Tumor/Her Mind Has Left Her And Wandered Off In The Opposite Direction 

Born of Sea Mist Rituals 

Within The Woods 

To Feast On The Dead With Nothing But Crows For My Company 

Untitled 

With Her Passing Steps This Curse Reaches Forth... 

With This Pale Fog 

Eyeball Witch 

To The Vale of Discarded Dreams and Sunlight 

My Eyes Close As The Maw Absorbed Her Madness 

Apart in the Waking Onyx Void 

This Forest That Will Eclipse the Sky 

Carved On A Bed Of Dead Nettles 

From the Waves 

They Share This Grave 

The Enchantress's Tower (Part II) 

The Enchantress's Tower (Part I) 

Untitled II 

Her Ghost And Bones 

Carry the Mists in Your Palms and Melt Their Fears 

Seeds Of An Ancient Priestess