Defier
By: Fox
Crossing stars in the uninhabited night, passionate eyes with their colors, suddenly
propelled off, forsaken in the dark. Fading briskly into the sky, the sun hampering their
magnificence with her boldness to over rule the sky. No matter, the moon and her
followers shall rule the throne soon enough.
A transparent figure floating seemingly through the dark. Her eyes are teeming of
ill-treatment, motionless, observing, knowing. As elixir she moves, tranquilly with
amazing elegance of the dead. Ashen, only her eyes speculate color, azure diamonds
concealed in the sea, eager for her owner to claim them; sunken with worry.
Turning, she reveals her secret. Scarlet tears, she weeps, the Nile through her
skull pouring, glowing freely down her body. Glimpses of her past you witness, looking
into those eyes. Those daggers of preservation, but not for her. A slit on her soft, pallid
neck, dripping... dripping. Crimson on her bleached blue skin, descending at a leisurely
pace. Air you are lacking, choking. The agony, place your hands round your neck.
Blue and black is her body, the cruelty of man. Lashings pierce your flesh, she
shares with you, her defeat. The rain comes then, of the purity defiles by a ravenous man.
Starved for innocence. Weep for her, for yourself who must feel this defier, who must
watch but not execute, nor utter.
Begging her to cease, she does, but only for a moment. Her ruby tears still falling
as she turns, her dress torn, she steals into your mind. Lying in isolation, recoiling in pain,
howling for justice, for humanity to come to assistance. For the stars, for you, yet you can
do nothing.
Collapsing to your knees, doubling over in agony you cry. Cry for her. She
lingers by your side, her tatterd dress fanning behind. She reveals more. The blade that
took her, the sheath was her heart. Her ravishing eyes, stolen by her defier.
She glides past, an aura of courage encloses her, facing her love. Motionless in a
garden of her own. The roses open, a beauty, yet a pain. Her thin fingers reach for a
beauty, but is hurt by the dagger it carries. Causing pain for you.
Her flowers encircle her, entwining her body. She stands desolate now, the sky
and the stars to do her bidding. Her earth closing around her. Her eyes glow fainter and
deplete behind beauty. Her eyes narrate, you are forgiven. Good-bye, for you, defier.