Darkspawn

Do you hear the black bird's cry summoning her glorious presence under dark moonlit sky? Trees dancing to shadowy rhythms, branches and leaves, shivering in its glorious cataclysm. On tree shedding's carpet the girl stark naked; an erotic fantasy unfulfilled her body ladylike, her soul a corpse. Fur tearing through flesh like fertile land germinating in the mother's dirt womb the animal being reborn from his fleshy tomb. Squirming, screaming crying, begging, screeching, howling...