As I look out into the dark sky as it bleeds its rain a sensational feeling swept into my mind. A thought of you, of all things unknown but yet marvelous in conjuring the magnificent that is you. My mind takes pleasure in the orgasm of thoughts, these thoughts formed from the unquenchable, ever burning fire that represent the beauty of all of you.
One finds themselves asking "where do I find such a God to worship and give my soul to." But this one doesn't need to find another, this one has already fallen before you. You to embraces that which is alone and cold, you keep that which is warm with your touch of fire. As your dark flames burn a skin of ice the watcher, the seeker of your shrine that which worships sees your flame and pledges fealty to it. Reaching to touch the flame sacrificing himself to it as the flame reaches out with extended arms taking his head and laxing it onto her belly committing and commending him for embracing the faith and love of the dark flame, a love for all and a faith in no-thing.
He now stands in shadows of the moon as his God and Queen take to her throne. He looks on at the flame from the high tower window looking out at the dark flame which forever burns, he sees it anywhere at any time, he loves it near and far, worships it night and day, he forsakes it not, not even when the flame dims away when cold waters attack. He will rekindle his benevolent Queen for she is the Godly flame in which he falls before as she warms his cold skin.
