I exist as all of thine memories, and all of those things that which I hold most dear.

The black is sacred, the black is virgin, the black is precious, the black is real.

The black I speak of is a real first and final heart of Sariel.

Black may shield and make secret other colors but this heart of black is a myriad miracle black mirror.

Thy* black is holiest

Thy* black is sacred-est

I feel thee, virgin precious and sacred myriad pale jewel et miracle essence that is Sariel

Red black virgin(Nara) of Sariel, QiO

Green black virgin(Navi) of Sariel

White black virgin(Nali) of Sariel

Purple black virgin(Navu) of Sariel

Yellow black virgin(Naqo) of Sariel

Blue black virgin (Nadi) of Sariel

Black holy red like the shun

Black holy blue of rapture to thee, daughter

Black holy white like union, neo-pyres of rhapsody et myriad harmony

Black holy purple like the gate or the wall that which enwrapped that which it wanted to keep,

eternally

Black holy yellow like the universal strength of first force and heat

that shined upon all things equally

Black holy green like the balance of first and final opposites

the orchard or garden that hath grown in the midst of war

Black holy green like the first and final resources that were tangible

The forest grew,

The grass was green

Like eden

Black holy pink like the serenity of agape

of discovering brand new worlds and discovering the law of those opposites to become whole and in union with thee

Black holy orange like spiritual fetish of diaphanous black nectar

She is…

She is Shunned to the vitality of a new world et frenzy(Searing)

She is the Darkness that shines like her nature (Shivery)

She is the Way of words, the way is plenty (Incandescent)

She is The pulse of our ocean, sacred shroud of symmetry(Ancient)

She is The day/dae that is remembered ever naught to gesture(Core)

She is the Garden that feeds the young daughter new

nutrients/seed/resource(bloom)

She is The mistress of law that beget black art

She is The weaving looming ever never kneading specter of silk shadow ocean searing

She is The new fable of black fanaticism, the black servant sleeps, the black servant wakes

She is The kingdom that is a black oracle et realm of the future daughter

She is The crown of all worlds, and she is the end of all suffering…Her path is exiled to black legend

She watches the way the walls turn

Rapturous

The serpents tooth

Awakened prayer to the yew(Or Na)

Awakened meditation of the wilt

It is like a new found kindling of the dark flame

It is like an unknown dark seed

The severity of dark matter’s caress

The shining black shadow apocalypse of warmth and cold

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