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Date Posted: Sunday, June 21, 10:26:55pm
Author: Battlecry Forever
Subject: All that I'm living for, All that I'm dying for
In reply to: Las Vegas 's message, "that's when they say i lost my only friend" on Sunday, June 21, 05:58:09pm


Solitude. A single word that can clearly describe this heightened chapel o' raven. It seems these days that stillness, reeked of death, has come to lace its' poisonous fingers into the threshold o' one's cognitive area. This stillness was which one usually dwelled in, but its silence has evolved into a different material. More o' a choking blanket wishing to caught off all means o' living. There must be an end to it, riddled the mind o' the shadow gladiator whom materialized 'pon this anonymous realm. Dark, endless pools roamed aimlessly 'cross the swelling peaks o' undulating peaks and valleys. Blood tinted cavities captured the bitter frosted winds that took their usual jaunt o'er the sapphire body before gracing itself 'pon the sketched out areas that united to form a solid magnificent terrain. The breeze washed through the raven figure's anatomy, banishing most worries and sorrows.
Today the ordinary was no longer...well ordinary. This indeed was a new beginning


Brooding and silent. Confident and unwavering.

As the survey continued vision painted themselves ‘pon a motion forced body that sashayed its’ raven anatomy into the pale evening glow o’ the pallor lady. The movement ceased as Battlecry’s shadowy depths arose to the enchanting face. Recognition of the crescent moon and the languid walk of the mare Moonlight. Movements o’ this brash, shadow chapel were naught made, though visuals scrutinized the picture that lain before thee. My shadow lover’s façade exhibited a stony expression that told viewers little to nothing o’ emotions. Never allowing the outside world to crack the well fortified walls that safely guard the inner cortex. No call, not even a questioning beckon was given, but within due time the ominous stature o' Battlecry was to be noted if eyes were drawn to the shadow curtains. Then again if not, it could be taken as a loss or win though that meant little to Battle-^

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