Work Text:
blades unburden themselves
the stinging steel edge
and the raven howls
a black speech
feathered in smoke
this land is scorched
fire rained once
the feathers are knives
gleaming in the night
It doesn't need eyes to see.
a caustic pillar
rolls in from nothing
unbirth
a final sending
the souls just wont let go
the walls are stagnant now
dripping in red
the great artwork
of Diana herself
She epitomizes precision.
and now the air wallows
a grey envelope
the moon stares down
pleased
indifferent
silk has corrupted this girl
a deadly occupation
she was cold anyway
become a goddess
I will become death.