stars align in a blanket of future snow dusting time's plateau with a smear of red paint across the fallen angel's face shedding tears in the naked light from the hollow of a mirrored heart playing shadows like a work of art
it's an expansive drama of forgotten leagues keeping memories in silence between the ravines of what has and what has yet. digital ridges serrate the landscape of quiet burdens borne by the beings of beastly countenance counting seven in perpetuity in honor of the bell that tolled so long ago now.
there is a low roar bellowing from the womb of novelty coming to upset the balance bristling with charged particles of transmutation and flashing in a dance of lightning from the void. born from eternity to create in time those wildest dreams from the darkness of God's mind.