The Smile of the Unvanquished

a tiny flower ensconced in the endless heath, her silken petals lap at dawn's delicate blush, thrilled by the fledging season's edicts, she foregoes her coyness and sheds her crown of crepuscular tears, beatic hope aerates each passing hour, enchanting the strayed butterfly towards her ambrosial bosom.

Worlds melt into eigengrau swamps, croaking their last breath in a drunken chorus. Stars crawl into the vehement orifices of diseased space, like martyrs fed to lions. As time itself grinds to a halt, creating a cataract of glacial eternity, wrapped in saturninity, The unknown man saddles his mare for one last vengeful odyssee to reclaim his integrity.