DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The quirk of his brow in the midst of silence, the challenge on, the inquiries silently asked, the gestures of movements springing and coiled – watching, waiting. If it were anyone else it could be likened to predator and prey, but these were their childish indentations into the world, wrangling juvenile intricacies out of realms and kingdoms that had long since lost the foolishness. It was familiar, it was fervent, it was better savored than any discord, triumph, or tragedy; chasing down ramparts along the sea, the only cares reserved for one another.
The laughter baited, the leaping tempted, and the wildness enticed; playing the hunter’s role, features full of rapacious, ravenous promises, the depths of piercing, raking stares, the air of his smirk as he took a step.
Meanwhile, the beast utilized incantations, quietly, silently, intending to trap, snare, and catch. Earth connotations unraveled into the sand, into the soil, and the beast blended the enchantments into a rise of loam, attempting to form a blockade of rocks, stones, and terrain behind her.
The laughter baited, the leaping tempted, and the wildness enticed; playing the hunter’s role, features full of rapacious, ravenous promises, the depths of piercing, raking stares, the air of his smirk as he took a step.
Meanwhile, the beast utilized incantations, quietly, silently, intending to trap, snare, and catch. Earth connotations unraveled into the sand, into the soil, and the beast blended the enchantments into a rise of loam, attempting to form a blockade of rocks, stones, and terrain behind her.
I belong to you
the way the moon belongs to the stars
the way the moon belongs to the stars
