puellarina's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- brighter chrysalisa Chrysalisa Of the diamond-bladed eyes. Chrysalisa, encased, in a cool, camoflaged place. With tender glue, she hangs suspended, dreaming of a better time for the pure to be born. And while she slumbers, the oracle waits with stone claws ready, with electric silences. And just beside it, nestled in its shady haunches, a madwoman sits, casting the bones of the unfortunate and babbling to the moon in an unbroken retort, to the weary song of these persecuted souls. These poor mortals that threaten the wings of brighter things. 10:56 p.m. - 2004-05-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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