by Lionness
The sky was opened in a flood of color a brilliance of Victorian splendor. The tapestry was spun, the war had just begun? Would good fight bad, or had they already failed. Her knight wore a robe of white, was there a battle to win. Lessons unlearned, Lives unloved. Their blood spilled from the sky, was it embryonic? The seven stars lit her eyes, her strength was angelic. she was perched high in Satan's seat. Good and evil one in the same? limitless the tribulation was exhilarating the fire and the blood, her anemic body craved them. The vessel was her soul. He the pillar of her temple, what did she beseech? He rode the black horse that balanced her faith. a bottom less pit appeared, the pain of a soul unloved or fictitious a symbolic gesture from her god was there pain or tranquility pain and pleasure are one in the same. seas flowed like their bodily fluid clouds rained her tears volcanos erupted their blood the sirens sound the world disappeared and there was blackness she knew this world was death and love was life no war to fight, it had been won.
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