Beauty swam throughout the land,
Kissing gently ladies' hand.
Eyes so keen and face so fresh
the roaring tides develope less.
What a dream, a lovely place
tucked away for dreamers' grace.
Kissing gently ladies' hand.
Eyes so keen and face so fresh
the roaring tides develope less.
What a dream, a lovely place
tucked away for dreamers' grace.
"And she falls through a swirl of black..."
White gloved hands clutched equally pastel cards, marred with red markings that indicated its worth. With those narrow fingers agile and fine, they twirled a single card in which stated the "Queen of Hearts" in vibrant crimson, standing out against the bright background. Those same fingers hardened on the card before the thin, lovely wrist flicked out, and the slender thing was tossed for the air through the large, domed window, where it spiraled madly for the earth. A sudden burst of wind thrawted its descend, where which it fluttered on through the sky, invisible against the lit clouds.
Soon, after a timeless span in which it had struggled for purchase, the card finally rested softly on the dark soil, right before the mass of a girl with a head of golden curls laying limp as a doll. . .