Monday, 28 October 2013

The Breaking Crown...

The breaking crown, that garnished her slight body, still stood with a shadow of defiant form, the points still shining into the darkening sky. The jewels from its band fell around her like falling leaves, as strangely soft and delicate, falling back to their earth to be reborn. As they fell, the child she grasped in her arms felt them flit past, they brushed his head with feathery licks, sanctifying his bones. 

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