Within the mist, they were infamous for their course of life.
It is true, that they walked a questionable path, one that has one and and only one possible outcome, one that would not require too much thinking, one that would make a smile on their faces shine, even if bitterness decorated the moment and spilled an alcoholic ink; adding a certain reflection that looks so familiar.
They were maidens. Humming as they walk, their footsteps left a mark indeed, on the sand, a mark so fair, so lovely to observe. Noticing them, looking at them, will just make you hear the humming more clearly.
Don't be fooled though, your emotions won't do any good. To the maidens, you are a property. You, are below their presence. They own you.
Their humming, the melody coming out of them, shows to you how desperate and in need you are, indeed, in need and guilty, even before doing anything. You saw the maidens' footsteps, and you looked at them. And that's how you got possessed.
Now, you only spend hours thinking about the breeze that comes with them. You chose one, or perhaps she chooses you? indeed, remember your place; so you become "her's". her enjoyment becomes your enjoyment, you smile when she smiles, you love when she loves, you bite when she bites, you think the sand was lucky to be honored by her walking it.
You are guilty.
How lovely, is the breeze that comes with my maiden? Immortal, strange, but yet...unique.
It is true, that they walked a questionable path, one that has one and and only one possible outcome, one that would not require too much thinking, one that would make a smile on their faces shine, even if bitterness decorated the moment and spilled an alcoholic ink; adding a certain reflection that looks so familiar.
They were maidens. Humming as they walk, their footsteps left a mark indeed, on the sand, a mark so fair, so lovely to observe. Noticing them, looking at them, will just make you hear the humming more clearly.
Don't be fooled though, your emotions won't do any good. To the maidens, you are a property. You, are below their presence. They own you.
Their humming, the melody coming out of them, shows to you how desperate and in need you are, indeed, in need and guilty, even before doing anything. You saw the maidens' footsteps, and you looked at them. And that's how you got possessed.
Now, you only spend hours thinking about the breeze that comes with them. You chose one, or perhaps she chooses you? indeed, remember your place; so you become "her's". her enjoyment becomes your enjoyment, you smile when she smiles, you love when she loves, you bite when she bites, you think the sand was lucky to be honored by her walking it.
You are guilty.
How lovely, is the breeze that comes with my maiden? Immortal, strange, but yet...unique.
