Without a spoken word, she gently crawled within My mind

Without a spoken word, she gently crawled within My mind, deliberately she carved her innocent beauty along these scripted walls of My being, with such a calmness she parades through My darkness shedding light as she dances so eloquently with My demons. Within such chaotic silence, they whisper of her arrival, a goddess of her own making, skin so smooth and worthy of My markings. A sacred promise was made within the drenching of her delicate flesh, as she drips her fears within the power of My hands, her passionate soul allows her to float endlessly into the completion of the most powerful and perfect Her.

Master Mayhem.