20 PT 3--THE SONG OF THE MISTRESS OF THE DARK
On my journey, I heard the golden voice of her and the garden had begun to flood with the sea, overtaking hedges in the distance. That black cat trailed me a few links. When I would stop, it too would stop, and stare into the depths of my soul. I would feel a chill down my back.
She appeared, standing firmly on the waves as if it were a floor. She smiled at me, this ghostly woman, this dark-haired beauty was the songstress I heard on The Dear Lady. Her skin was so white, it nearly blinded me. She came closer to me, her toes never once broke the currents that kept rising.
Upon her breasts were two small children suckling. Their broken and dried lips were filling with a black milk that overflowed from her long perk n*****s. The children dug t
