A frail fold of scarlet, like erotic negiligie, worn so sultry by the falling amber sun as it died into night, and stamped its rosey boot. through follicles of the ground sapphire beads blossomed, eloping their scent in the ember backed air. cloud upon cloud folded their dour grey wings, and freshwater blushed ‘till it was fanned by the shade. I, shameless, wander the untamed path. the cold clung defiantly to my tender neck, waxing and waning as it shook from side to side, and my straggly ropes of matted hair stung to the sides of my cheek- yet my cheeks glowed defiantly and raised the fortified beacon of bittersweet ambition, of trial before trauma in a sleeping blue balloon-. sodden sprigs of lilies let their colour through the pond- a foamless half sphere dreaming absent minded and all but forgotten, save one solitary dove in its centre atop a pale-pink rose. but the dove soon left, and the poor pond become ever so lonely, and all the flowers and flotsam that lay upon it became awkward- so wet whimpering and pitiful was the pond- and let the breeze catch their petals off into the mist. It is whispered that in a shallow of smoothed pebbles, a virgin girl, bare, sings sorrrowful music forlorn and just faintly, her rosey teet pointing under a veil of thin silk. She longs for the birds to sing with her again, to warm her spirit so she may smile. alas, she is frozen evermore, and the birds never come. yet for a single night unbeknownst a branch is lowered from the treetops, feeble and bearing an egg that failed to hatch. the branch descends, further and further ‘till the tip of the shell clinks on her icy lips. the egg shatters into a million dusty pieces, clouded across the clearing in antique patterns of gold and in preserved the peaceful and naive transcendance of dawn. and on each infinitesimal speck of shell tiny wings beat for the very first time, and soar across the path of the blinking moon. and in place of her icy lips, a sanguine rose is caught between her teeth, pointed slightly towards the heavens so dotted with her children’s feathers.
