A Writers Tale

The Violet flame, Protection, but destruction just the same, The high flyer, supreme diver Flying higher and higher, Lighting up the skies, with divine intimate light, Shining bright, an eternal flame of creation, Of inspiration and passion The breath of the dragon, The calm of chaos, The dearest crest of divinity, She who flies fearlessly through the night, Fighting off the demons of darkness, Burning the hands of the unworthy, Blessing and protecting the worthy. She, the Violet phoenix, one of a kind, Flying the dark abyss, lighting up all for the deserving to see, And finally, no longer caged... She was free

Naivety at its finest - One whiskey after the other... And another... Lilith woke that morning feeling a little more than tender... A product of overexertion from the night before. Her and her newly acquainted potential partner had established a beautiful level of rapport! They were up in the night singing and dancing joyously, captured by the moment, imitating the actors projected on the screen of the TV monitor. They laughed and exchanged flirtatious glances frequently... Many glasses of whiskey were drank... One shot then another... Then one thing led to another... As such, Lilith did not wake at her house that morning. No no, surprise surprise! She awoke in his house... And of course in his bed.. Fell on his phallace yet again... This was the second time she had embodie d the role of naivety when it came to her interactions with this gentleman. She was a fool, but at the very least, she enjoyed being swayed by him. She felt mildly shameful, but chose not to regret her action...