Although seemingly unwavering in her fluid and snow-kissed elegance, the trails of her mind and its unfathomable depths brushed like a slight, delicate silk against her skin, like the hands of an attentive, albeit ghostly lover. Her allure alone was a graven, yet delightfully pure essence to behold; a resonance far beyond any parameter of worldly description despite her manifestation. Ethereal in her sensuality and form, her heart alone was a forest; darke and apparent in hues of lonesome song, lit by the fires of Dusk and her magickal crawl that kissed the evening skies, illuminating her woe in vibrant transparencies of every conceivable nature. A naiad, caressed by the carnivorous winds of truth and romantic whispers of impending Darke-ness, borne upon the decaying intellects of dead-men who had become as part thereof, melding unto her via their endless desires, screaming and unfulfilled, never to be sated lest Death embrace and steal them away from her scented allure. The Moone, although silent and drifting above peaks of waterd decline, gazed longingly at her form from the heavens, her ode an elegantly-tressed murmur amid the frozen echoes of Night and his decadent, fleeting touch. With fingers like twisted, corpulent branches, she traversed the landscape and - while alone amid her banal accompaniments - left behind her a wake of vivid, poisonous essence, from with would grow a sylph beyond the wildest imaginations of men; a wraith of inconceivable design and potent touch, destroying the hearts of whomever crossed the barren depths of this once-beauteous, arcane lair... ~ The Frost {Excerpt 001} ~ ~ Caleb Svikart ~
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