Transformed to an image of
Beautiful shapes
And flesh whispers it\'s predictions
Turning supernova white
Delicately iced to touch
As opaque snow gold
Blurs the worlds visions
When shallow tropic skies
Descend the
Horizon
Destiny wrapping itself around
It\'s target
The intense creation of
Coming of age
Releasing the prey
Intent of pure
Innocent
Defenseless
Murder