Dear Harlow...

With the twin statues bellowing above her, safety is intertwined among the triple entente of sudden creation. She has discovered security in the marble figures of diamond strength. The sun fires at his target causing warble in the statues whom she finds virtue. The continuous rays shoot down like spears marking wounds of the statues, they are seperated. Little by little like the destruction of Rome broken down by worry and woe, the double statues fall as she kneels beneath them. The condolence once found now she forever seeks. The two statues have allowed the entrance of the dint horizon to weasle it's own path into the relationship she fell for, the one which she treasured. Betrayed by the strength she had once believed in. Penetration through the platform they had all once stood, in a total array of ignorant bliss. The outlook forever young has been pulled from beneath her as the boulders that were once engraphed to form idols tumble. Her youth vanquished as her beloved statues fall.