NEVERMORE

                     cloaked in scarlet regalia, she glides -- a stoic tyrant and harbinger of death, the limp cadaver of a gored babe nestled betwixt murderous jaws. he { the impotent victim } the blood of her own blood, a prodigal son laid to waste upon the impulsivity of his own mother. for he so resembled his grandfather that the elysius could not suppress the overwhelming urge to unleash formerly repressed fury and despair upon his feeble body -- now mutilated beyond repair and reminiscent of N O N E. one so wrought with potential reduced to naught but a festering carcass; cold, unmoving, dead -- like the stillborn sister before him.

yet the tyrant retains a facade of beguiled apathy as she discards the minuscule corpse at her paws, reclining contentedly upon chiseled thighs whilst her frigid gaze rests somberly upon his youthful physique. a singular forepaw elevates from its perch upon the soil and extends towards his crippled form, tainted digits maneuvering beneath his chin to tilt his skull backwards, granting the deity with a full view of his corrupted visage. abhorrent and sightless -- verdent eyes pried ruthlessly from his skull, leaving bloodied sockets in their wake. and she, a mother who had annihilated her son like she would an adversary -- like she had before.