The Dancer.
The Mother won't dance.
She must be invited. Called upon. Pleaded with. Awakened. Invoked. Even seduced.
She must be invited. Called upon. Pleaded with. Awakened. Invoked. Even seduced.
The Dark Mother dances to the beats of pain. Nerve wrecking calls of the demons she hold dear. Her naked fury must be bathed in sweat. Adorned with pieces torn off your soul. And reek of your blood.
She dances to pull off your heads one by one. Stamp in fury and bathe in blood that worthless piece of Ego that you contain within. She slashes, She gulps, She transforms.
Once aroused, The Dark Mother dances Her way to Ecstasy.
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