I write from a cavern with dwindling light, deep within a dungeon of terrible blight. Beasts roar an spew flames of liquid light. Giants smash with linear might. Steads un-noble with Brut-ish hight roam to their own delight.
The obscure comedy of which I speak is reality... plus tongue in cheek. Though the reason I take to quill albeit digital and quiet the pill, is to tell of the drive I had. Not me of course I think at least , but the record flipped to side B.
The air was frozen and still, the landscape was pale in colour but with vivid detail. Mountains splashed and play with the coast line, laughing in harmony with the wind.
The sun exhausted left early to retire.
The moon focused and bright seemed to have been in awe of her beauty.
skin displayed in full reveal no flaws pale as cream rich untouched smooth and seamless. Raven hair pulled back, nothing was kept. Rose and peach boast the only highlighted hues a blush on this tempting muse.