Shades of Azimuth

On a misty mountaintop, where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits, like a pacing dragon, her lover's gaze to stair upon like a tiger from a pit, her wait become but shadows on the cliffs, closed interdimensional floodgates of a cursed Parthenon a coliseum with lions roaming within it. She climbs the heights of her imagination to scale harmonic embrace perihelion and feels a fashion of her hands rush upon his face, her spell to again ensare him, epicliptic-spasms in braille, ink of Sheole, quenched with the magics to rein in, to reign upon and loose her from unsprung well. Hope's forbidden sin to know. Spring in the midst of times grow. Longing shadows silhouette with the sun, Cascades a prism, anticipation a temp prison for the moment for her heart, as it paces, it melts the virgin snows. Then there he was, shining full like the dawn, a scrawny but beautiful weed in his hands, never to leave her alone again. Her joy reflects her resolve the little fool, just look at his dooteedoo walk. "I am gonna own this one". SHORT VERSION Asmodean Shade Wears the night like a tart's slip Lights out, turning on Vamp fantasia Pulls drawstring tight like a noose Drops camesole loose Basks in the sirens Radiates interferon Quantum epsilon On a misty mountaintop, where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits her lover's gaze. Entrancing him with her beauty and grace, love's master plan unveils to embrace.