Bathed In Midnight

Under towering structure, masonry leaning with gravity pernicious in marathon bonds, dancing ages unravel using twirling force, atomic-sourced, to roll my soul in gravel. Each plucked chord resonates to mantles of sound tuned aggressive against rock, searing this vessel along counter-seams, halting reptile dreams that drill to kill my trestle. Violet spills from prisms rolling behind my perilous eye as trepidation pulls behind flesh too vast for ignoring hailing that calling Psyche's been hauling while dew imbues blood soaring. Whatever swells my cells recognizes code under the flow magnetic rolled within the helix: threads of potential torch through all fibers while stone scribers feel touched when clutched as essential.