Her sleepy voice is the flute which causes kerfuffle in the graveyard. The dead bodies sleeping for decades
Her sleepy voice is the flute which causes kerfuffle in the graveyard. The dead bodies sleeping for decades—wake up and dance in the ecstasy of its magisterial rhythms and ascendant flows. Her lovers with no flesh induce geosynchronous in the comely echoes of her whispers and splendorous sighs. For she is no musician girl.
The hour, when jackals tremble innocent deers with eerie twinkle of their gazes, it is her voice which gives them strength to face the brutality of her wild followers. Unfortunately, It all happened in a tragicomeal fashion.
Once she had somnambulism in a jungle— sheltered strangest and wildest jackals with lifeless eyes. All those hungry creatures living in it know was blood and darkness—but when she appears in front of them, her glittering eyes turn them dazzled and enlivened their eyes. Now when they flaunt its resistance to adorable animals and proudly whisper her name, all they get is— not so cordial—fleeing survivors for life.
Hence, every night when jackals howl in her praise, they are being called meager and heartless stones, but in reality, they are nothing but lovers...Lovers of the blood running in her veins, but with no desire to drink because they don't consider them pious enough for that.