Paragon

SHORT VERSION Deep, in the voids of scattered bones, in the dare of the miasmic zone- lies a mischief- bright, in the depths of darkness, where shadows bloom their blight and stone. There, a little messenger dares to rise, defying the gloom and enchanting the realm. ~With fragile petals, kissed by rays of inner light, she brings a glimmer-dance of hope like a Saintly paradite. Her peridot heart jots a tiny plot to hit the spot on, where sorrows dwell. Sways incandescently humbles essenely. mumbling a fluouric prayer. The little flower stands fertile, casting an audacity spell of good nature and unity. It is there! Just look at it well, well it is sitting there like a living gold! Crystal on burning aspire, molting fluora feather wing has become in her maturity like a desert rose. With paragonic scent of petracore, like whispers of forgotten dreams, of innocence, imbue of love's alien soil. Seeds innuendo, in a dojo of love. A transplant of the great transparent sea, of hope- beneath a starlit sky above, where dreams seed in, where the universe whispers, she reminds us to "Believe." In wishes beyond the stars.