Unassailable Purity

When accidental auroras stroll along the pale highlights of camouflaging corpses and death blossoms in vulturous hearts of dreadful puppets, she always holds pixie dusts of strawberry seeds within october's obsidian quartz. Gaze beyond those glass-stitched horizons, as she cracks the carmine cocoon of judgemental juxtapositions and transforms carbon-coated milliseconds to magenta-gold pronunciation of peaceful phrases. She is a silken cream-dove, floating above murky musings of redolent rhinestone- reveries. As prismatic primroses shall cleanse every sin from the witching spellbook, she will waltz in whispering lulls of liberty, emancipating from chloroform-stained chains of blood- scented blames. Her sunflower-shield and aurous summer-sword of amber poesy can slice spicy silhouettes of graphite goblins, she will never surrender to those misinterpreting megalomaniac minds, who twirl along masquerading rivulets of manipulative assumptions. She is the shiniest roar above grimoires of grief, like an 'unassailable purity', washing away emerald exhales of pain, who mutes each cosmic raven's lament and distils russet-white-lilies with her alchemical aroma.