now_ish They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home.
We finally were outside. And everything.. every crack, every leaf, every star, the moon.. it was all alive. They were celebrating -- celebrating the upcoming black birth of our dark mother.
The streets were littered with gold! I could see all the way down the bulevard from the shiny gold that hung over them, dancing in circles through them, singing with the pixies so delighted to show me the way to where Grandmummy was staying -- waiting for the salvation my Spike.. my dear knight Spike was to bestow upon her.
It was going to be a very lovely night. Everything was singing.
"Drip, drop, drip, drop," I sang through the bright smile that hung on my lips, ".. the white little man's game is going to stop! Sing with me, Spike," I invited as if I was pleading, reaching out to take his hands while looking up into his eyes. "You're supposed to be happy. Grandmummy is coming home and when Daddy turns cross with us..." A low throated giggle began to rise in my throat while my happy smile turned sadistically erotic, "Grandmum will spank him. Lots and lots!" I clapped my hands to my speech, walking backward now while I spoke to my dark deliverance.
My nails trailed along his fingertips, through his palms, and upon the backs of his hands as though my hands were making love to his. I was completely oblivious to the chaotic scene that repeated around us by fire, blood, and death. My mind was intoxicated, filled with her -- she danced within it like a star. A.. star dancer to be precise. Oh yes, a star dancer. She danced, glowed, and whispered beautiful promises to the matter within my dead head. "Mmmm, can you feel her, Spike? Can you?" I asked, my steps never ceasing to pause as I continued to make my backward steps, ".. she's heavy upon me, upon my brain -- oh Spike, watch me dance!" I released his hands and spinned myself around multiple times, my mind whirling into dizzy thoughts.
I was flying. But I was brought back down when everything stopped.. everything. We were at our destination -- 'x' marks the spot.
"Oh yeeess... yesss, I can feel her," I hissed quietly to myself, my eyes inspecting the building from rooftop to ground level. Something mortals called a 'powerful structure'. Hmph! My Spike would tear it from its roots, he would. Every last brick. "I can hear them. Lying to her, those nasty, dirty liars. They seek to keep Grandmummy alive. We can't have that, no." My eyes turned dreamily upon the street outward from us. "Grandmummy can't have a soul. She can't live with the tugging heartbeat of mercy." I twitched with each word. "We have to save her!"
The streets were littered with gold! I could see all the way down the bulevard from the shiny gold that hung over them, dancing in circles through them, singing with the pixies so delighted to show me the way to where Grandmummy was staying -- waiting for the salvation my Spike.. my dear knight Spike was to bestow upon her.
It was going to be a very lovely night. Everything was singing.
"Drip, drop, drip, drop," I sang through the bright smile that hung on my lips, ".. the white little man's game is going to stop! Sing with me, Spike," I invited as if I was pleading, reaching out to take his hands while looking up into his eyes. "You're supposed to be happy. Grandmummy is coming home and when Daddy turns cross with us..." A low throated giggle began to rise in my throat while my happy smile turned sadistically erotic, "Grandmum will spank him. Lots and lots!" I clapped my hands to my speech, walking backward now while I spoke to my dark deliverance.
My nails trailed along his fingertips, through his palms, and upon the backs of his hands as though my hands were making love to his. I was completely oblivious to the chaotic scene that repeated around us by fire, blood, and death. My mind was intoxicated, filled with her -- she danced within it like a star. A.. star dancer to be precise. Oh yes, a star dancer. She danced, glowed, and whispered beautiful promises to the matter within my dead head. "Mmmm, can you feel her, Spike? Can you?" I asked, my steps never ceasing to pause as I continued to make my backward steps, ".. she's heavy upon me, upon my brain -- oh Spike, watch me dance!" I released his hands and spinned myself around multiple times, my mind whirling into dizzy thoughts.
I was flying. But I was brought back down when everything stopped.. everything. We were at our destination -- 'x' marks the spot.
"Oh yeeess... yesss, I can feel her," I hissed quietly to myself, my eyes inspecting the building from rooftop to ground level. Something mortals called a 'powerful structure'. Hmph! My Spike would tear it from its roots, he would. Every last brick. "I can hear them. Lying to her, those nasty, dirty liars. They seek to keep Grandmummy alive. We can't have that, no." My eyes turned dreamily upon the street outward from us. "Grandmummy can't have a soul. She can't live with the tugging heartbeat of mercy." I twitched with each word. "We have to save her!"