Fatale of onyx hue danced and sashayed through the knee high blades. Diadem thrown towards the heavens the femme danced and danced. She used to dance for her master but now she danced for herself. Flints beat crescendo into the terra. Striking a beat she could dance to. Nape arched and curtains of ebony dancing alongside her femme made advances into the meadow. Oculus of brilliant Sky, turn upward to the heavens and see the birds for the swirls of clouds. Appendages glide and flints pound. Maw thrown and shrill vocals pierce the quietness of the grassland. Femme sashayed hips and wiggled shoulders like an exotic dancer. She'd lost her large swollen barrel and was sleek again and ebonite shine. And now the seed within her grew and grew. Another addition come springtime.
b r o k e n s t a r
we are the f a l l e n angels