...Wash...

The Red Queen has a little story to tell...although She was darkened...She still told it well...She raped all the streets...with floods of red tides...She peeled from their thoughts...well wishes in the night...She watched as they scattered...and became quite afflicted...and She screamed just in time...before the Darkness had lifted...She left bloody prints along thresholds with care...and envisions that soon he would return there...and So She waited...on the ledge slick with sweat...and watched as the Darkness produced its best yet...

...Fringe...

...the fringes of Darkness...were trying to creep back in...She almost could let them...they would most certainly win...She was no stranger...to the light going dim...to the demons and devils...that danced madly within...

...The End...

...a steady swath of river Red...a blistered pounding in Her head...a mighty wind She conjured fierce...and Her mincing words silently pierced...they danced within his head so clear...and sent him far away from here...

...EGO...

...She walked along the fields of gray...She never even looked away...She had Her subject in clearest focus...She loathed the way She went un-noticed...She cast a shadow down over him...and he never bothered her again...

..So Mote It Be...

...She waited for me by the brook...just once glance is all it took...She pushed me in and pulled me under...and all mortality went asunder...Her purpose was to make me see...to wash me out and make me Be...to bind the suffering endlessly...So sayeth She...So Mote It Be...