| peut-�tre? In this ethereal world, the decadence of demons is sleeping. High on an elevated plain the danger is waiting. Flourishing, amaranthine garden becoming smaller and smaller growing to include all is what deepens the slumber but awakens the hunger. The perfected existence weeps longing for impervious, broken peace. Ravenous randomness rules And up from the deliciously dark depths Baneful beasts burgeon Taking over the land. Fantasies of cackling faces grins too wide to settle Colors muted beyond recognition Devastation evelopes the earth. and desolation fades the brilliance back. Springs bloom up through the beauty of the beast. Serenity waves the splendor, covering each with transparent glory. All sealed to a precious fate, only the deliberate cache is below. The radiance drifts into a placid slumber and the dream is given up to mirrored desolation. 2000 Christa Midcap |
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