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Subject: *..*Death Becomes Ye*..*


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Niccolo
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Date Posted: 21:25:10 11/25/02 Mon


Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.


*..*Rustic male sits atop new rocky bluff...his usual home now occupied with actions he cared naught to see. This bluff was in the shadows...matching mascu's irritable mood well. A bottle of scotch was at his side, occasionally sipped at. Ember opticals ne'r leave the crashing waves...his innerself most like those turbulant waters. Rouge, torn between two realms, did naught know if it twould be best to renounce his immortality for enternity and remain in earth realm, or to forget the world here and remain as he was, a Hell God, and stay to the firey realm below. Fire water brought to well shaped lips, brute drinks from bottle deeply, 'fore sending it crashing o'er the edge o' cold rocky bluff o' which male sat. Faint shatter is heard, and masculine reclines 'gainst slick, wet bluff. Luc may soon have the warrior he'd wanted all along, be mascu lost internal battle o' wits and sensation.*..*

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