she was everything, the storm and the rage and the end of it all and the beginning of something new. she was pure and beautiful, dark and dangerous. the rivers wept her name, the skies hid from her eyes. shadows bowed to her and the wind was hers to command. the apocalypse began and all that was left was that and that was her. eyes shed and wrists bled and all that was left was skin and her, her, her, until all they could hear and feel and see was the utter power and horror that was, and that was her and she was magnificent and they all fell to their knees and pleaded for it to end.
