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09-11-2013, 06:15 PM
Vulture’s voice ricocheted over her mind, ignited and incited some deep recourse, her lingering penchant for hope, for benediction, for compassion and tenderness. Despite her warm sentiments, her persevering niceties, he denied them all, spat woven barbs that held no true meaning to her – she knew the truth of her convictions. Home, a lie? She knew the weight of a deception, of secrets and enigmas, of mysteries and quandaries, and though her empire held many, none of them had ever come to bitterly fall upon her, crush her spirit, her essence, and force her into bedlam’s fingers. Her kingdom had given her so many things, sanctuary from the demonic sway of her past, sanctum, absolution, in the petulant storm and arsenal of hostile bombardments, fire, aspiration and ambition across the daunting peaks, companions, brethren and loyalty breathing into the fine beat of her petal soft footsteps. Was this not what others searched for, after many days of heady travel, wandering amongst the sodden soil, the hidden roots, the tapestries and canvases of riddles, abysses, and labyrinths? Had he been wounded in some other foil, unraveled and disregarded to no longer believe in such shelters? Yet, if he didn’t search for these things, if they were not what he fashioned, what he yearned for, she couldn’t bestow anything else for him – the Basin did not hymn the capricious minds, hearts and souls, and though she could try to convince him otherwise, his mind appeared set and solidified upon the other femme’s offering. Disappointed in her fruitless venture, Lena still rendered her figure regal, composed, refined, smiling softly in the candle of nocturnal damnation. “Though I disagree with your statement, I wish you the best of luck in your ventures, Vulture.” The nymph lowered her head in respect to both, before turning into the midnight reverie, absolved and stolen by its Stygian grasp to return to the earthy filaments of the glacial auroras. [Just wrapping this up! Sorry about the wait!] her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love LENA |
