The ever spinning beauty that whimsically falls off their fleeting gazes.
Their priding gazes and spiraling manes vivify the world and sparkle the world and dazzle our faces.
Their glistening glow and shimmery stone shape is made visual and made, full of life, until the lights go out one by one; the hope flickering, but dying slowly...
until our malevolent eyes can no longer make out their copper outlining of their beautiful silhouettes,
