Goddess of Grapes
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Goddess of Grapes

Veins like vines in leafy arms through them wine as if it's blood hair curling 'bout smooth barky skin the colour of rich mud. Her eyes are green to light the path are razored wings upon her back a crown of thorns adorn her brow a dress of nightest black.

Petal on her throat are wreathed than in summer fruit to berry for her debauchment forth to bring bleeding out her merry She flies unclothed before the moon to weep pride from bosom bare to the King with silver eye and hand of light with mouths of despair.

The Queen and her people, the Goddess of Grapes small enough to dance on drunkard's bottles her blood in each sip taken shed in viney battles

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