She walks along skyline's freckles, the beast that knows no name. Only emotion and desire, harnessed by her own accord.

The reason for such restraint no longer exists in her memory. They are lost to the years of learning control. The only remembrance is the sharp rip of fear that streaks down her collarbone if she does not. If she cannot.

She lifts silver tinted jowls to a cheshire goddess, familiar and always constant, and prays with desperate songs and lonesome melodies. She walks this way because she means to. She walks alone because she seeks only one. They are far down this path, their scent alive and marked. One must only follow and keep up. Beyond the tilt of the world, she knows what waits.

The one who knows the harmony to her songs. One who knows the power she carries and knows how to unfold and smooth out it's creases, to make it useful and real. To eat the fear from her belly and let it die within an iron frame that can see, understand, know...And Love her anyway.