It was one afternoon the like of never seen. Moon playing catch with the eyes of djinn. Midsummer night to ensue from [the bosom of] cold. Captured but a profane beast and kept in hold. Wicked godless soul that shame to him unknown. Yet divinely bestowed upon a throne. The king of the night was it and it he had from fright. Fortune it had gave up for in the dice of blight. As it went at the gates:
Hear you, most sinful, merciless unjust humankind, as your heavenly judgement heralds... For such brazen sins of the devil remarks awful, there can be none but great rewards! Judge of the night you be and worry not habits to appease, utter that of you wish and behave as you please. Couple, wrench, paint blood of the untainted in vain! You are of the earth Alexander the great in had lain!
"Much early today. Did you trip on the way?" Said Mary, wearing a grin much wide, playful, no concern on her side. Him but at the threshold was rudely staring. Penetrating eyes she soon pulled on a secret string. [Familiar ties. ]98Please respect copyright.PENANAVhhnavVJ4K
"Mind engage in a loving waltz?" Broke the silence and proposed James gently to the frail face in the white dress, with her gasping sightly more to seduce than digress.98Please respect copyright.PENANAg8BeHzVVNu
"First you sing a soft song into my ear and we might engage in a loving dance!" [He laid bare the fixated quote.]98Please respect copyright.PENANATZf3rEy3jN
"Clear, but why must we both be dancing?" Replied she in a playful note after he laid bare the fixated quote.
Grabbed her waist James then and broke the coy stressing. Walking along on tiptoes in startle she then caught up to him quite madly confessing: "What about you, what about me? Two years from now where will we be? Each of us gone our separate ways, lost in a headlong passage of days."
"Are you afraid?" She began to sing in his embrace and follow step by step his trace.98Please respect copyright.PENANAk1JqaHioG0
"I'm not afraid" He but carried her sickly stand, one that came apart as if claws buried in sand.98Please respect copyright.PENANAUuo64k8MVl
"Both of us know-" Panting red and short in breath, she slowed him down with the whistle of death.98Please respect copyright.PENANA01AxXH5RZG
Grasped she then on his collar climbing up his figure. Rounding few times they then stopped, one out of his spirit other out of vigor.
"Maybe we should give this a try, extending the moment before goodbye. And for a gentle moment in time we'll take what pleasure people can find." A kiss was then planted, Mary's gasp to seal in, did so forever, sinking in the night within.
[Flowing into his ears a sickly sweet soft voice came whispering, in the dark, her in arms, half awake. Lids heavy he gave ears tasting a sip, restless became night, interest hard to forsake:98Please respect copyright.PENANA8845DSZQDJ
"Why can't I die here in your arms?98Please respect copyright.PENANAvjhccT08AP
Safe from the night and safe from the dawn.
Back to the nothing that had no name,98Please respect copyright.PENANA3sOh6fHdoh
Back to the nowhere from where I came,98Please respect copyright.PENANAcHJQBRPFNq
Don't worry of me, I know what I am,98Please respect copyright.PENANABNV2C3G5dg
Where I'm goin'... and where I've been."]
He was at the roof. It was dark enough for the deed and the fire was right beneath grinning at him. He took a familiar look at the flames, jumped on the ledge and pushed the body bag down into the fire. He then stood on the edge and whispered something to the fire as he watched the bag disappear in those rather modest flames.
"What do you think?" She asked drawing his attention to the painting. It was a world burning in fire.
He shortly answered: "Amazing..." And after a couple of moments, of drowning in his image of such an unbelievable cynicism, he added: "...Beautiful."
"A pain greater than burning in fire? What would that punishment be, in a world with no punishments and no wrongs?" He whispered again and put the painting back on the wall.
The next day came and so did the the inevitable. James was staring down the earth whistling as he was playfully doing what he wants with it and sensing it through the same monitor.
Having filled his eyes with red, he said: "She cannot have died. No less in my arms! Gone to the nothing. My Goddess. My sunset and sunrise! What do I ritualize for her to return to this guise, indulging longer in the nectar of life, to rise? Tell me someone, who should I pray to? Who to sacrifice?!" And hissing with no qualms, grabbed the inanimate head in palms: "Dead she is not, this little precious sapphire. Live she does forever so says my burning desire. No care I give if all that is goes vile and dire. Worse hells I have made for believers; forget the fire. Mute idol, let this godless man inquire. No eyewater for you, god, answer from the sky! Filth that ignores each and every man filled with sigh! Shall Mary be defying, standing tall from diversion, in clemency, an unreal beauty undying. Her silence prying, in and out the bed she is lying, a soul in persistence spitefully denying, one I can hear outwardly soothing... somewhere else breathing, somewhere else moving."
Ears and eyes but sealed as he had the night before he came to realize and seated on the bed awry. So gave a djinn watching to him an unnerving smile and knowing his prayers were answered he reached forth on the fly.
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