The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born (any)

[velis]

It was cold, but sweetly calm. Within the night’s swarthy grasp - my being seamlessly floated along. The heaviness of death that decayed and bloated my body could not deny the quietness my night’s sheen overlooked. Every step, clunked, every breath, so uselessly pulled. I was a heaving rumbling blackness within my night.


As my lungs played with the harsh rushes of oxygen - movement was forced to conclude. Attention fleeted to the various pressures that presented inside my body. My posture stilled; the lids of my visual attention closed as I awaited the aggravation of rot to expel. A strange groove in my neck provoked a steady stream of the blackened decomposed matter. It spewed steadily through the cracks of my fangs, dribbled from my nostrils, and wept just beneath the cylinders of my eyes. It wasn't long before the cold air grasped it and converted the blackness into a thicker form; casually drying along areas that became neglected in time. This was a cordial occurrence that cycled within my lifeless body and oiled the corners of my being. It ultimately relieved the strains that death often presented.


My blackly gaze cracked open to an ashen cloud; with a quick thrash of my head, I was satisfied to return to the night’s blackest union. My humor was softened as I was lost in adoration, she does not leave me yet.

V E | I S

My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know. I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow..