There she glows, out of the corner of my eye. Like a paradise undeserving of this blasted earth. She walks with grace like a cat hunting for prey.

There she glows, as my heart wavers by the moment. For each step she takes, my soul, inch by inch, claws its way out of its husk.

There she glows, across the meadow, shielding her eye against the light. Porcelain skin and blessed soul. I am her prisoner, she is my damnation.

There she glows, above the cliffs embracing the cold wind across her arms. The silk around her thigh billowing like the restless sea.

There she glows.