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She lay dormant
On a floor of stone
Curled within herself
Singing in breathy tongues unknown
“ We are so small, so very small”
Quoth she
“Dust among Rain
Ashes to Flame
Nothing at all…”
Her Brackish eyes
Kissed the pedals
Of a torn Daisy
Ruby stains
Adorned
Her finger tips
Like the cracked red frostbite on her lips
And the crimson trails on her hips
Her body was bare, and bloodied
But her wings were perfect like venom
And violet as still dusk
Curved gracefully, with shadows as pink as lust
She turned on her back
Pedals of assassinated flowers framing her figure
She inhaled hundreds of scents
And stared at her fingers
Singing, “ Ice and needles remember the days, when fragile winters loved to play. Boys play with guns and girls get none, now winter is told she can’t stay.”
Her laughter pierced the winds
Evoking chuckles from the trees
Her twilight hair, dancing in the breeze
Oh, but singing is a sin
Forbidden by the Fossil men
One draped in robes of white
Rode the winds to silence the Sprite
He slammed his staff on the floor of stone
“ Must we engrave your wings as well?
Your tongue is tainted with the harps of Hell!”
The tiny sprite tilted her fragile face
Snorting in laughter
“ Your stick is smaller than my lady wings!”
He throbbed, enraged
“ You will only sing to the Sun. You will be silent in the night! Lest you be caged again…”
She wrinkled her nose
“ Your Sun reeks of mundane ritual, now go jerk off in praise of your fossil you stupid pig head apostle!”
His staff met her face, yet she still sang in spite
“They swing their staffs in praise, cause the fossil preaches barren faith.”
His fist meets her lips, which breathe, “ The stars are bleeding for a kiss.”
Then a howl broke the mist
A wolf of raven hues stripped the priest of his robes
Then clawed his body
As she rose
“ Unlike your Sun, he comes when called.”
She rode the winds into the night
Singing with the wolves
In rebellious flight
The broken apostle was left curled on the floor of stone
Awaiting his fossil to free him from the sting of the cold
After all, it was foretold.
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