Starless is the beach. the watery tide. the ocean's roar, thrums violently between the ragged, ermine-bathed rocks. Surf water, & salty brine mixing with the wet froth of malevolent seas, that didst tear the shore & the earth, ravenously. The vision, churns, with each release. mad & reckless. Euphoric, the taste. The endlessly, rough desire between moon & sea.
turbulent, azure waves how they might thrash. how they might dance, tumultuous. Surfs, tortured, against each forthcoming & screaming tide. Everafter, they shall whisper, hungrily; the undead sirens of the sea. Can you hear the thrum? Can you feel her heart beat? The frothy waves. The languid chill of water, & revel in her immense power. Her beauty. O, would you live in this kingdom by the sea - with me?
The ocean, ever mesmerizing in her violent angst. An allure, unlike any other, as seductive trance after seductive trance. The rhythm of water, twists in its pale & darkly, shimmering essence. Abandon. release. Breathe in. breathe out. The heavy curl of waves, gathering like an aqueous gown, folding glamorously. the push. & the pull.
Soaked, bone-white jaws, tugging in the fang-filled glee of leviathans' who yet roams yond the vast, chimerian currents. As opal moonwater, dances beneath a pale, devil's crescent so bright, & softly eerie. Glittering a pure, porcelain smile upon the still-radiant blackness of evening. It is starless & dreadfully, dark; yet, from darkness emits the purest of moon light. The sweetest nightsong.
Solitude, lingers here. Breathes here. Hunts here. swathed, in the chilling image of sinister beauty. Hot, is the ebb & flow of oceanic humidity. Sticky fingers, how they might paste their misty, opalescent trail. Collecting silken lilac strands, upon the soft nape of lithe flesh. Our dark angel, euryale boleyn, so adores the sea. The ocean's wrath, hers’ to savour in its reckless passion. She revels in that intensity. It is in these harsh moments of endless calamity, ironically, does she find her calm. Her inner peace. her temple.
Sleepless, restless nights blend into the obsidian fold. The dark tides of forbidden dream, after forbidden dream. & in her smooth, feline wrath, Her scarlet physique weaves with tiger-purrs through the lush, watery decadence of the bay. Through the midnight heat of eventide. Elegant limbs ghosting, with feral grace, as supple calves caress the roughly, flowing reeds. Their grass harsh, ashen-verdant against the sultry elegance of crimson flesh. Rough to touch & wet with after-rain.
Euryale is caught in the throes; she has abandoned her former castle. the delicate curtain-robbed walls of an Athenian temple, which had once sheltered our salem witch queen. Wandering, yet again. Desolate (forever feral) heart, Seeking the empty solace of the woods. Of the deep gales of wind & mother earth, however torrid, & violent.
The scent of oceans, still lingers upon her flesh. The scent of that enigmatic deep & soft, grey sand. She moves into the forestry, into the lush mangroves till her travels take her far & deep. Where dreams wage war with the darkest corners of the heart. The mind. The soul. This new earth. This vast terrain full of endless hills, vistas. an opportunity lay here, and she seeks it out in the way a lone wolf seeks her pack. one day, she will have her heart's desires, she thinks. she laughs, delicately.
code mazzira | art euryalee
turbulent, azure waves how they might thrash. how they might dance, tumultuous. Surfs, tortured, against each forthcoming & screaming tide. Everafter, they shall whisper, hungrily; the undead sirens of the sea. Can you hear the thrum? Can you feel her heart beat? The frothy waves. The languid chill of water, & revel in her immense power. Her beauty. O, would you live in this kingdom by the sea - with me?
The ocean, ever mesmerizing in her violent angst. An allure, unlike any other, as seductive trance after seductive trance. The rhythm of water, twists in its pale & darkly, shimmering essence. Abandon. release. Breathe in. breathe out. The heavy curl of waves, gathering like an aqueous gown, folding glamorously. the push. & the pull.
Soaked, bone-white jaws, tugging in the fang-filled glee of leviathans' who yet roams yond the vast, chimerian currents. As opal moonwater, dances beneath a pale, devil's crescent so bright, & softly eerie. Glittering a pure, porcelain smile upon the still-radiant blackness of evening. It is starless & dreadfully, dark; yet, from darkness emits the purest of moon light. The sweetest nightsong.
Solitude, lingers here. Breathes here. Hunts here. swathed, in the chilling image of sinister beauty. Hot, is the ebb & flow of oceanic humidity. Sticky fingers, how they might paste their misty, opalescent trail. Collecting silken lilac strands, upon the soft nape of lithe flesh. Our dark angel, euryale boleyn, so adores the sea. The ocean's wrath, hers’ to savour in its reckless passion. She revels in that intensity. It is in these harsh moments of endless calamity, ironically, does she find her calm. Her inner peace. her temple.
Sleepless, restless nights blend into the obsidian fold. The dark tides of forbidden dream, after forbidden dream. & in her smooth, feline wrath, Her scarlet physique weaves with tiger-purrs through the lush, watery decadence of the bay. Through the midnight heat of eventide. Elegant limbs ghosting, with feral grace, as supple calves caress the roughly, flowing reeds. Their grass harsh, ashen-verdant against the sultry elegance of crimson flesh. Rough to touch & wet with after-rain.
Euryale is caught in the throes; she has abandoned her former castle. the delicate curtain-robbed walls of an Athenian temple, which had once sheltered our salem witch queen. Wandering, yet again. Desolate (forever feral) heart, Seeking the empty solace of the woods. Of the deep gales of wind & mother earth, however torrid, & violent.
The scent of oceans, still lingers upon her flesh. The scent of that enigmatic deep & soft, grey sand. She moves into the forestry, into the lush mangroves till her travels take her far & deep. Where dreams wage war with the darkest corners of the heart. The mind. The soul. This new earth. This vast terrain full of endless hills, vistas. an opportunity lay here, and she seeks it out in the way a lone wolf seeks her pack. one day, she will have her heart's desires, she thinks. she laughs, delicately.
