Sheepeater Cliff [m] eighty-eighth

her voice carried the resplendence of a thousand hymns, and he knew in the blood and bone of him that Ra was pleased by the raven. 

he wound the harmony around legend, over and again, and circled her with bold scarlet step as the song went on, as the spilling rush of light raced up their feet, their ankles, their chests.

priestess of a high cliff, his own altar built upon her belly.

his arms were strong around legend, suddenly, whispering the last words into the proud spire of one ear.