Alabaster White

Alabaster white, brazen in bold can’t be bought or sold! Silent as it is Sinister somehow that alabaster glows? Surface, a bony texture; cracks, fissures like something living once long ago in antediluvian halls… A house sits in its red marrow, bone-white walls! not knowing tomorrow only knowing what is heralded of bone white, gold intricate filagree serpentine, imagery! Of alabaster, old brazen n bold like cast bronze figurines of unknown deities calling out to touch fingers tips… Caress, seeing the texture of bones cracks n fissures like ancients skulls at rest this thing of alabaster, cold! Silently sitting sinisterly. …alabaster bold somehow defies eons that fold alabaster white blazing of an unknown…disaster! Cryptic life resting in antediluvian wombs a forgotten world borrowed deep in the red marrow…tombs! forgotten by tomorrow pushing faster unknown, cold, old encrusted in Ancient ...Alabaster