Wicked Undress

It’s a beginning...where fairy tales are not often but a bearer with a voice to weave a tale, while wearing the wile of her disguise proving without a proud head of a beast.

This masked resonance, denied our born longing founded how its way into our world modern named as lust.

No longer is silence after all this violence proving her depravity after a mad world hid its own desires.

Violence sways as one woman inspires the whole world her audience demands the wicked undressed.

Her war surrenders whence she sees desire so much more than her demons would degrade it, after setting her forever apart from herself and all who would desert its aged denial.

He’s brilliance pacing while she’s beholden, and still she’s helpless as habit whispers of her long depravity. Tired of this possibility suddenly now become creative in a once worshiped impracticality.

She stared longingly for what concedes her crying heart. A beginning sweet intoxication, before a brayed damnation shied forever from this fortune.