The viper uncoils --- seething mistress, poisonous and twisted empress of insidious control, molten muscle and slithering bone, gathered into fragmentations and headed towards destruction, dismay, and the doom's day; a crawling creature, of amber eyes and wolfish grins, coming to take her rightful place, her crown, a monarch come to satisfy the edge of starvation. She is hungry; it lingers in the air, a heated aroma, the rich fragrance of hormones and pheromones emanating from her melted skin, her ashen coat. It's a song -- a crooning promise of imminent massacre, the weaving notes of decay and eradication, a symphony wrought into a celestial being that hover and hymns, flowing from her scarred and scorning lips, a hollow hum that echoes from her bones. What is she? An artificial savior, symbol of all that she so lovingly embraces -- annihilation, splintered hearts, screaming, squalling children -
Monster, she'll fuck 'till you have nothing left and she'll continue, dripping teeth digging into writhing, thrashing neck, draining, parasitic sovereign feeding on cheer and {j o y} crowning herself in deceit and deception.
The dying spring light illuminates her form of terror, arrogant goddess incarnated in a robe of savagery, predatory grace and demolition. Sun -- it slips ever downwards, gilded eye come to close silver lids, swallowed by the blackness [her, she is the night come again.] It paints her pleasant; romantic earth and ashen mane, if not for her hideous face, the curl and twist of her mocking lips, the vicious knit of her brows [heinous evil] grown into every cell. Her exhaled sigh, the twitch of her ears, the glisten of her murderous eyes ---- primitive beauty, scarred silver. Yet Confutatis' mouth drips; she is accompanied by a raiment of death; her nostrils, quivering, exhale softly, heated air sweet to smell {if not the rot that clogs every pore.}
She halts at the borders.
Come to me.
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