• Prejudice and anonymity.
    The ethereal glass of endless yesterday.
    Words thrown across the sea of glass.
    Murmurs of lost callings.

    Butterfly of magica, wings of alabaster.
    The cataclysmic succubi angel dwells there forever after.
    On wind she waits her silent eyes of scorn,
    Of dire day and catastrophe on this hellscent morn.
    Her hair like the morning star, her eyes ablaze like fire.

    Fire the embodiment of love, hate, and scorn.
    Alights the sky, a venomous goodbye.

    Blood the crimson crystalline jewel runs upon the floor,
    Dark litany and strife this bludgeoned masterpiece now painted

    Let the world lay in vein for the day this dark angel trend the earth and pulls all life asunder.

    The blood of ancients of demoness and fey,
    Burns in her eyes. A perfect corpse of a flower long past its time.

    Of deep sapphire and white, her eyes are oblivion and the darkness of night.
    Hair of onyx and burgundy envelopes all her dark desires.
    Her hands soft as silk beckoning me come, to her home.
    A tower it stand alone on a glassed sea.
    Something strange is calling to me.

    its hall like a void of blackness, now all around me.
    it is an emptiness wanting to be filled blackened by its pain and anguish under ill will.
    here a faint glimmer lay, a little black heart and a halo.