The Onset of Winter

[tectak]

She stands, defiant, her beauty, jarring against the impending grey.  
The mood, desaturated, his presence, viscous, inevitable. (very nice, and a wee bit battle-y)
She shivers, a moment of weakness;
He cedes, then violently his vast being rages,
ripping at her flesh
as innocent souls,
entranced,
huddle against the cold onset of winter
and watch the death of a flower

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