The girl clambered on to the edge and watched the Sun simmer and rise up above the sea air. The waters roared below her and the birds reigned in the
air. In front of her the void, and behind her foreign ground to catch her. The birds sang way up above and percussion down below as her hand touched
her face and slid down her neck, she was real. Her skin could rival the clouds, but there were none, all shunned by her purity. The Sun reluctant to
bathe her and she turned away. To the air she was bare and miserable, to the trees around her she was bare and dark, to my eye she was bare and
beautiful, to my desire I grew. Where she stepped the soil turned rotten and crystals of salt appeared ruining the ground. Where she glanced fire
razed as the forest burned, burned to the ground. She did not step, she flew her feet barely off the ground. I could not fly like her, stumbled to the
ground. She made way to the castle, the King and Queen dead to the smile on her face. The guards entranced chased after her in lust found their
throats were cut.
After years flew by the girl did not change, her skin still pale and smooth, her rose still pure and her breasts still rising with the wind. Her lips
were blood red, her eyes a dark hue and her hair black rain down her back like silk and some covered her soft breasts. I lived here with her and
watched her every step and with every glance, at me! though she did not see a fire burned in me, razed my soul bred in me something I could not
forsake.
The King's child, a little daughter, lost some time ago. Her dolls still watched the halls, beheaded by this girl. Their eyes creeped at me raising
such fear in me that she could see me dressed in my cambric shirt. But this I knew untrue. One room a shrine the girl hath made, now I know for me. I
stepped inside to see her bare once more. The horror, the horror as she threw her eyes at me, oh her ghastly sight one me! In the mirror she saw me,
true, I glanced, she turned, run, I could not. I saw in her my one true love lost one time ago, I saw in her skin the beauty that I sought. Her lips
called to me. Whispering to steal a kiss. Her breasts rose and her body rose my desire, her smile murderous, but her eyes were cold, turned me to
stone unfrozen for a while, briefly set my lips to hers and kissed her, drank the wine. I held her close and firm to me, never felt such ecstasy. Her
hands round my neck, her lips still on mine, her breath deep and slow. She kissed me till I fell breathless, all taken from away me and I fell down
below her, eyes opened wide in awe. My body crumpled before a statue, an angel of my God to whom I prayed, who I cursed and swore to Him, I'd kiss her
all the same.
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