Purple prose

Twitterpated, addlepated, be still my beating heart for though I am no shrinking violet I would fain gather support from the bracing wall than collapse and huddle at unworthy feet. Where else should I seek repose than my bower all dark-draped and hidden from regard. Shall I lay my head amongst a bed of ashes and arise new in the flames, uncaring of the scorch marks that I bear. Arise and stretch tight-wound limbs and soul ready to thunder over plains and storm over mountains. Arise and echo the solar winds through my vocal chords. Arise and hear words unspoken.