Eternally drunk on the wine of cowardice, she watches and seeks out the wreched in her lover. As he waits for her permission to endure her punishment. Like a goddless oaf he lays his palpitating and unsullied hopes at her pale feet.
She, a self-folding flower hides her true quality from presumptuous mortals, and continues to bathe unseen, gently emerging robed in purple flakes of mitigated fury. His fear rages deep inside his darkened veins, but his need to posses her wins the draw and ends his delightful misery with one final melodious moan.
Then like a well known charmed god she takes flight on winged heels. Passing high above the unvalued remains of former shaded heroes. They spy her scented glory as she clears their doomed stadiums desguised as as smile lip'ed serpant. Forever ignorant of the fire loaded bones in her past.
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