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08-18-2012, 09:49 PM
A seductive chant of nature's wholesome lament sang in the echoic chambers of the forest's seclusion, life, death, and all betwixt each ethereal dimension sounding, in a raven's hoarse call of broken requiem. Ere such divine irradiation of dawn's blazing sun, the land lay in the somber hush of night's lethal obscurity, bathed in setting moonlight, its huntress gaze enveloping the putrid beautiful domain of trees and brush, the roaring streams blushed in obsidian and languid azure, swathed in the consuming stare of darkness' writhing flush.
Stillness. Quiet. Soothing, tempting, enticement, slithering through the reigns of a blessed eden like a wretched serpent with a beguiling golden apple of seeping aurora held tightly between it's slathered jaws. Like a scathing knife piercing the shadows in an iniquitous bloom of rose red manifesto, she wove thru the night in effortless deliberation, leisure drenching her languorous motions, and yet, within the confines of her cerebral cortex, the fire burned mercilessly, utterly lacking the clemency of which any other supercilious creature would starve themselves. Her sadness brimmed, icy eyes half lidded in lassitude, the heart beneath a golden chest thrumming with an insatiable ache.
Thoughts laced in poison, her mentality was that of a crushed orchid, pulchritude demeaned and desecrated in barbaric completion. And yet, there was but a glimmer of hope beneath each stratum of her misery, barely unearthed except within the throes of damnable adoration. Demure, humility soaked in senescent grace, she was but a budding flower amidst chaos and adversity, wherein her emotions birthed themselves in bloodied placental rancor. Liberty from this sentimental prison would, in her ruling, never be procured; she would forever, eternally, be bound by ropes and chains, invisible to the naked eye, pressed tautly against her stomach, her arms, legs, and lissom neck.
She could hardly breathe, through the constrictions of her past, and each step she took through this bright colorful world was a mocking reminder that she believed she would never attain such succulent bliss. However, there was tenderness in her actions, a sweet, loving tenderness, offset by the harshness of a series of belligerent dogmatic beliefs, layers upon layers of inexplicable codes untapped and unsolved, by anyone. Even herself.
(She's simply lost in her thoughts, staring at the oncoming dusk. Anyone is welcome to come interrupt her. <3)
