Ecliptic Sunset
Away afar a faintly glimmering star is all that you may know of a king who courted your dark angles in rings of a limitless sky. When the umbrella of sparks flushed your shimmering eyes, the waves of constraint flashed deep consensus cries. I grasp the thin friction burning metal wire, pulling for you and losing. There is a phonetic deep cloud crisp with the thick dark oil blackness enthralled in a combined emptiness that penetrates the circling forces around you. We tap dance on the edge of torment with unconscious blow darts, where rose petals open with moisture in the wind. The winds ripping to pieces all the reserve you ever defended and the thorns holding you in place tempting you to move against them. Gleaming in the depths of your eyes the fire burns, your dark angles rise.