A flagrant volition—a
violation, an action and a scowl—determined aggravation from the tongue of
pawn—intrigued by the rapturous ideology presented in the late—by an
allegorical phantasm of chance, an echoic beauty—one whom not even time could
prevent the inviting allegation to conceive it’s concocted arrhythmia to the
weather-worn hopes of one as he—
Held in awe, by a desperate princess, bearing
fruitful presents and an unholy proclamation of some love-stricken scheme that
preyed endearingly, to every impossible shard of dream ever awoken from—
Encased was a promise,
a scented sentence if detected, for this vow, was considerable in all it stood
for to the two at hand, yet dynamically catastrophic by those in
opposition. This love, between two such
as these, was in fact, in direct disobedience of the caste each were forced to
lead their lives upon.
Sufferance would
indeed be remarked. Damnation would, in all effect, be set in spades, even as
twin bounties corrugate between the sky and all the Heavens it protects, and
the reams of suet still freshly stifled, as the heart’s contents remained—where
still set the bone, strangling upon the saltiest of teardrops ever wrung.
Vitality was denied
through end of breath. Parturient strands unabashed by the chaotic consequence
at bay—unintended for, yet persisting nonetheless, were its strides—a
collateral
Striation, bound by sinew’s
string, looping through the bitter entanglements of the amnesia stricken torso
to which the factions fortuitously release, divide—segregating lower lip,
pierced by steel and ember and the upper manifestations—the mutations estranged
by first sin’s blaspheming kiss.
Protracted
involvement. Sacrilege upon the altar of the
Withered. Flesh of
songbird, broken wing—yet clung it had, dearly, paying ultimate price to
perform it’s duty, clinging tightly with pride, onto the message placed within
its’ talon’s
Side.
