blairbrefeld

Light streaming freely and unformed, as the darkness swells up from deep within my heart. An internal gateway unto oblivion. Down non-linear pathways into a concept of creation unformed. I fall for an eternity. Only to find myself seized by darkend wings, lifting me up, saving me from a nameless, solemn doom. Carried aloft in her freezing embrace. This fallen one, this darkend angel of cold, immortal. Looking down upon me, with darkend eyes of sparkling jade. A fanged smile of frozen remembrance spreads across her marbled visage, so pale, her beauty, so pure, her love recaptured. She whispers words of frost, so cold that they burn