Obligatory VD post. Get yer shots

She,
on whose breasts great renown is inscribed, battling in the vasty realms of dust and gassy lore, blunted mad attacks.

She,
brave-parting a tide of grotesques, consumed the five kinds of living dead in still-glowing holy heat.

She,
embracer of men and of just cause, ferocity knowing her body well, voyaged on to place immutable - though wearied, fevered still in ardor for humanity's pearl palaces.

She,
whose story spreads across cultures of the folk, burns still, and slithers through the tick of time, and contortions of ur-space.

She,
stern defender of the pearl palace, quitted her animation and now dwells in the tangle of time where eternity abides. Her bodily form evaded, sole supreme sovereignty meditates in event-spun drifts, bowel-deep, flecked by delicious tongues of ur-history and omega-future.

She, is as was and does as did, scent-laden, fleshy-full, as is written and shall be rendered forth in the restoration to come.

She,
shall rise as shall we all who plunge inward to the lair and library. Fullness of great duration, is now and ever shall be.


Or, if that's too silly/lame for you:


Wheresoever she is, there is Eden.