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Soul of Seaside Sepulchre
When the seaside sepulchre of a kingdom, without its queen, is smeared with screams of lighting, I wish to crackle these slivers of silver shakle, and devour that consoling taste of balsamic twilight, which drapes every ritual of woe with maleficent vows. I wonder, if the thievery of of my soul, will enhance the crawling of raven sun or, bestow power upon the baptised mannequin, by slaying those jealous lilies, floating in summery estuaries of my stolen destiny. As these sage flames fly across the chambers of my castle, petrifying those puerile promises of life, I seak to be an amaranth, rising beyond oak skies as I engulf those taunting meteors that enshroud my solitude and dethrone every essence of false light, that consumed those waltzing scents of my sangria spring. Has my heart become a fickle thorn, who will keep bleeding guidance in moonlight or shall this fortnight be traced by the last streak of treacherous bloodline? Perhaps, 'The Goddess of Thunder' is unfurling those flaming rose' maidens, who wish to splash ebons of roaring wreath, across the woeful vaults of my ribcage, which concealed their silence in sentinels of sacrifice. I don't assert the want of swathing myself in the perfumed petrichor of heinous healing, as I don't want to quench this rage that is carving a strife to refuse my surrender towards this succumbing darkness. " I wish to be the soul of a marionette's pearly pupa, satiated by fiery halo of chrysalis, and slowly weaving silken hymns of desperate hope, desiring to emerge from the emeralds, that betray every eye... "
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