Opelnox

You are the breath, I am the blaze. Our inheritance is to be queens of an archaic riddle. We are twins of risky challenges, Prancing in a cascade of suns. Quivering in unimaginable kingdoms. Using magic as currency, We break tethered bonds. Bestowing forsaken love to forsaken. We are laid bare to the eyes, We are a nude brand of dignity that's now unrazed. Gloatingly we are displayed, the envy of daunted ones. But their ambiguous graffiti bakes our bodies in miasmic chasms, Our skins are pulsing wounds, chests ascend in an erratic rhythm. Blood crawls up to torn flesh, it's a ruthless song undeniable to numbed feet. Victory like glass-l