Anti-Cosmic I
I am not a living star, illuminating the cosmos with it’s warm and vivacious light; nor am I a cold memory of a shadow, a silent revenant in mourning, offering it’s tears as ashes to the earth; I am not a happy thing coming undone, following the betrayal of my lover having flown and fled.
Anti-Cosmic II
I am the supernova, a promise of birth and death; but not the specifics of a beginning or an end, or anything that might shed new light on soil. I have no illusions about my presence: it means nothing. Not yet.
Anti-Cosmic III
I never meant anything when I existed whole—but, I know I will become something when I am apart. I exist to challenge existence in all of my fiery and explosive rage. I will be nothing less than a nuclear scream being shot into a deaf universe.
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Aurora Giselle
A narrative voice that penetrates the depths of darkness and it's denizens; from human to fey, angel to devil, prisms and shadows of the abyss. All who hide in the darkest corner's of the void will be exposed in the verses of starlight.
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