"Seductive Sanctuary" by Lisa ´Tenshi no Hisui´ Sheridan

Seductive Sanctuary

He is a lily flourishing from crystal prisms, dancing atop angel tears shimmering on a pond, my special water spirit whose feet float on the laughter of the breeze. Enchanted by a fairy¡¯s grace, he glides on legs blessed by a prima ballerina, limbs that mirror the kaleidoscope of my dreams. His eyes are as magical as the patterns on snowflakes, revealing the complexity of invisible chambers in a labyrinth. Silky strands flow like the folds of a queen¡¯s dress, rich, chocolate-colored tresses exceeding the value of any royal jewel. A beautiful butterfly, whose complexion is as velvety as his wings, soars through desert and island, valley and forest to captivate minds and challenge hearts.

Lady Ishtar, grant me my first and last selfish wish! Permit me to fly in the shadow of my light so I may gaze upon a heaven mere mortals cannot fathom. Part the moonbeams to that ethereal plane and allow me to sample the majesty of that nobleman¡¯s class! Fashion the ocean¡¯s waves into a stairway bound for eternity, lapping against the shores of a long lost Eden, swallowing a paradise more pure than the innocence sparkling in rhythm with his heart.

If this request drowns in your sea of condemnation, becoming a mountain with an unreachable summit, I shall throw myself at the mercy of underworld gods, bowing my head to kings ruling over a tragic kingdom.

Irkalla, mistress of the dearly departed, I beg you to drain this existence by slicing into my neck. Use your vampire prowess to drink every last drop of energy, steal the wind from my sails and transform me into a servant of your lineage so I can practice your brutal rituals. I would rather be damned to trace the steps of my pretty prince than forfeit an hour of his spellbinding sorcery. Features that surpass the splendor of any princesses¡¯ is more attractive than all the kingdoms in Europe, for those tempestuous orbs are priceless treasures, multi-faceted lapis lazuli that has yet to be discovered. As an amateur archeologist, I would not disturb the secrets in his tomb, nor could I reveal his charms to a museum.

The wind craves my courage as the fragrance of his aura pirouettes around me, tantalizing my senses with a scent as mystical as the origin of the sphinx. Papyrus scrolls open, history of a monarch flutters out, and I fall into a story with a never-ending legacy. With many more chapters to fill the bindings of our legend, my imagination resembles the thoughts of this vagrant before me, a philosopher that dared to solve the mysteries of his culture. Basking in his ancestor¡¯s wisdom, I follow the aroma of this desert rose, riding riddles of the sunset to my seductive sanctuary.