Martin Johnson Heade Magnolia Blossoms on Blue Velvet painting

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coming, turns, crouches in air, and, moaning dreadfully, comes at him with all her might. Gibreel understands that the Imam, fighting by proxy as usual, will sacrifice him as readily as he did the hill of corpses at the palace gate, that he is a suicide soldier in the service of the cleric's cause. I am weak, he thinks, I am no match for her, but she, too, has been weakened by her defeat. The Imam's strength moves Gibreel, places thunderbolts in his hands, and the battle is joined; he hurls lightning spears into her feet and she plunges comets into his groin, _we are killing each other_, he thinks, _we will die and there will be two new constellations in space: Al-Lat, and Gibreel_. Like exhausted warriors on a corpse-- littered field, they totter and slash. Both are failing fast.
She falls.
Down she tumbles, Al-Lat queen of the night; crashes upsidedown to earth