Chilled currents wracked her lissome form
Florid and aureate pieces of soul fell lambently
Still, she remained scintillant as ever
Resolute mind rebels against the prismatic surface
Lucent grave, iridescent flag of defeat
Wayward spirit will never surrender
Chatoyant and gracile her wordless opposition
Violent screams fall to the deaf ears of the blind
Pellet the glistening frozen murderer must
Blow the pertinacious chromatic soul
Defiance will not end
Until the final piece of soul falls to its translucent tomb
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Transmutations
PoetryIt's a creation myth of how the world came to be through the love of two beings. Completed
