Sing, muse, of the rage
Of Zeus—Olympus now sleeps,
And dreams of blue skies.
About the Creator
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Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
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Nice!