Dec 10, 2013
The night draws on like an open sore refusing to heal. The Solstice frost harkens a remorseless murder of Winters choking. A vast hand clasping ever tighter on the expansive throat of eternity. Star's black blood spills forth to spell out the impressive double helix encoding. She holds the name and function of the universe creator like some totem forming constellations in her veins. Perhaps the frost will conjure a Sunrise.