A Practical Guide to Evil without story logic. The Gods Above and Below, Creation, and All Things in between.

Her breast with drifts of snow, and sleek
White gulls fly screaming to her, and hover
About her shoulders, and kiss her cheek,
While white and purple lilacs muster
A strength that bears them to a cluster
Of color and odor; for her sake
All things that slept are now awake.
-Countee Cullen