Every individual feather glided against the shaded stone carved like an alabaster altarpiece a figure of romantic a figure of unplayful prey.
Magnificence in flight with onyx beads, golem countenance hover above me with look of disdain and pray upon my biding fears.
Against the blooded space driving every force perpetually your design for fighting for surviving, for death.
Master of deadlight, night killer show me your remorseless in struggle with the mundane to make me feel predatory.
Golden amongst mundane each fleck of the earth below you conscript me in all that is beautiful and leave me frail and wanting for your ethereal magnificence.