Re-post: The Purest Pantheon, Dais One

The etchings have faded from her stand, leaving half-words: Briseis Fair. The name of the lady immortalised in stone? From one angle, she is cast in pose dancing with devilish delight in her own world, as diamonds gleam across her neck. But her beauty was destroyed in the dead-light, as I turned to face herContinue reading “Re-post: The Purest Pantheon, Dais One”

The Purest Pantheon, Dais One

The etchings have faded from her stand, leaving half-words: Briseis Fair. The name of the lady immortalised in stone? From one angle, she is cast in pose dancing with devilish delight in her own world, as diamonds gleam across her neck. But her beauty was destroyed in the dead-light, as I turned to face herContinue reading “The Purest Pantheon, Dais One”