Sleeping shadows frame the walls with concealment and penumbra. Unprepared we begin to witness the shallows along the lingering circuit towards the abandon dwelling. Without a hinging sense of mysticism she has advocated and promoted herself as the one exhibiting abundant knowledge of the Black Arts.
With sincere lineage to the seven Tribes of Magyars her people arrived from the Carpathian Basin. She was the inner chamber, but not the alchemist. She lacked the necessary apprenticeship provided by the darker spheres, and the cauldrons cellar.
Between the latitudes emerge the serpent, in which I begin to adjudicate the genesis of this anticlimactic melodrama. For it appeared too obvious, discernible, pronounced, and noticeably visible, to feel any hysteria. My vitality was compromised with no verve of might. My stamina, and spirit became bankrupt, and destitute as her temperament and disposition evolved incrementally close to that of the necromancer.[/vc_column_text]
The, lush, verdant, flourishing, foliate, moors.
The crimson, blush, sanguine, cinders.
The aqua pura, positioned in cobalt, azure, indigo, cerulean, and sapphire.
Inflorescence in scarlet, yet never vulgar, but always obscure.
The sky reveals an aroma of citrus yet there is no presence of acerbic, caustic character.
The flora confirms its sensual presence. The orchid, the amethyst, and amaranth dwell in the realm of intimacy and passion.
A cosmos within a universe. Microcosm within totality. Interacting in a fusion, reverberating sonically, chanting anthems and hymns endlessly..