The paleness of the gathering storm looming over the dirty horizon looks like strange veils blowing in the wind, an open window reflecting the diamond-like dust. The orange clouds and spiteful rain are a holy light shining on all. There is bliss, blonde, and gentle curls. A foreign beauty that pleases the eye and the lonely, exhausted soul. A protector, a stalwart lion with murder and viciousness on a battle-scarred face.
Standing atop a great mountain, enduring war forever. Clots of blood and visceral thoughts, a roar that reaches through the howling apocalypse. The loyalty and death for her, the unbreakable lion, and the unthinkably beautiful lioness, roaring and ready, two roars and two smiles.