The boy sits alone, not physically but spiritually.
His soul filled with sorrow and anger, cries for mysteries unknown.
Inside the steal cage, he sits alone with a girl.
Do not be fooled by her innocent appearance… She is death.
The night sky is darkened with shadows of ancient shamans.
The cool air embraces their orphaned bodies.
The boy’s soul releases an aura of hatred and forms a barrier.
The barrier encases the boy and nothing or no one can penetrate it.
Girl has the power, ancient mysticism has made the female able.
With her sensual prowess and seductive gestures she breaks his barrier.
The boy’s mind tells him to push her away.
The boy’s body invites her in… Welcome to the show.
The heat of their bodies feels pleasing and it repels the cold.
The boy struggles to fight her off.
Her soft warm body rubs against his and the girl smiles.
His struggle weakens and he mimics her movements.
They become one with nature and are greeted by Pan.
The girl takes the boy’s hand and moves it to her breast and death smiles.
The darkness becomes vibrant and senses become heightened.
The boy’s mind is filled with weakness and sinful thoughts.
The girl’s mind is filled with power and control.
The girl’s hand begins caressing his cock.
Their lips touch and do the dance of death.
The girl gives the boy control and he takes her.
They dance in the dark with movements so precise so in tune with nature.
Her teeth sink into his flesh and she gives him the mark of evil.
The moon is a spotlight to their obscene erotic show.
The darkness engulfs them, raping every inch of their bodies.
The girl so soft and warm.
The boy so hard and heated.
The cold melts to the touch and drips down their flushed bodies.
The girl bleeds for him and stains his pale skin.
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand… The horror show continues.
Distorted faces and ancient sounds are sung to the gods.
In their pleasure they reach nirvana.
The death of his cock bring life.
They are now both alone and forgotten in Shangri-la.