I AM AN OCEAN, I AM THE SEA

                    nostalgia reigns supreme over an abominable psyche as the elysius tyrant strides within close proximities to her former haven, leathery nostrils flaring to indulge in the saccharine aroma of the armada queen -- untainted by the scent of its rightful king. and her saunter is purposeful as she dares encroach upon the very borderline that separates an empire from the untamed, tainted digits teasing the boundary thoughtfully. though, despite the temptation of infiltrating the wintry domain she had once resided within, the phantom refrains from scorning her only ally; deciding instead to recline upon taut haunches just beyond roman’s keep. mismatched gaze momentarily ravages her barren surroundings before murderous jaws unhinge to unleash a curt summons for the ice queen and object of her pursuit, intending to relay her plots of conquest upon prospectively eager ears.