Stab the corn

The star child crept up to her once mobile zero belt of fame. Her honesty has endangered her eventual demise as keeper of the secret of times. Jovial in nature she can't but take from only modest proportion. Starting for the light she infringes on her own fulfillment. Her hair of coarse remise. Her smile of progressive enlightenment. Her charm can't be touched by the most restless tormenter. Her dreams are filled with rotating whispers. Flooded with overwhelming songs of bowel she poops. Silently. She has to make her escape. With her summer drab she can easily fill in the holes in the aging dungeon wall. Bats, once startled by her prescence, now use her as resting grounds. The smell of the underground prison. Putrid. The smell of sulfur and ammonia. Overwhelming. To curse the mind. To singe the nose. Her doom kept ringing. Vision was limited to hands distance. A strange fog surrounded her. She longed to kiss the Black Prince, but she had never realized the implications of her actions. Her son Abdul was a skilled magician with great potential. It was his dream to become the next dark prince. But what had she done? Does she want sacrifice her light to satisfy her son's aspirations? Her despair only grew. She realized her death ticket was hanging in front of her eyes. She knew she could only suffer and die or she could attempt escape. What does she do? You decide! Post comments on my Blogger Blog. Http://Unstence.blogspot.com