Maleficent Condescension: Forgetful Majesty I

Outstretched acoustics,

       Inaudibly the tongue dances in spite of the spirals of burning, Deep within, Finger tips have always grasped but never reached as amidst the music they float in the heavy air about, As they sway amidst the angels, Who're alone amidst you after curfew, G-d has bound love for an abandoned reincarnated anciently dim few, Whom all appear strange is the pathetic dead psalms that keep their vacant unsavoury memories alive, He left them as he left you, Alone... Amidst the wolves, Walking home in a sandcastling world he predestined to... After curfew.

In lieu of His participation in,
Forgetting the other half of Herself.