The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir. In the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star. Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers.
Church bells resounded like judgment day. As they were making love. In the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame. A monsoon Tigress set upon prey.
Where does the madness end?. How far down do the rungs expire. In smoke and burning heat?. In depravity and sin?. . In her shocking retinue. I saw the worst.
On the night all mirrors fell silent. And the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence. The dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather.