| Subject: <+><+><+>•••... A silent being watches from within the cover of mist which hast bestowed upon her ...•••<+><+><+> |
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Never The Less
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Date Posted: 10:21:52 03/30/01 Fri
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Twisted Silver
's message, "*Smooth, wiry, the powerful young steed ripples into the meadow with a fluid ease...*" on 09:20:21 03/30/01 Fri
*Her vision searches the looming steed which paces endlessly through the lapping waves of the verdant ocean which lay beneath his feet, a carpet, perhaps not of red, but of pure brilliance in itself, layn out before him as it had been for no other, the lanky stalks bending forth in reply of the imperial entrance, in comely welcome of his pensive nature..... The lace of lapping vegitation hugs to the iron of his hooves as he ceases stride, movement dissolving within the cover of night, lit only by the struggling, screaming shafts of sunlight which leap outwardly from the face of its brilliance, leap to carress all which lay before it, its endeavor so strong to fullfill its post duties, to light the world, each blade of the grasses, each seed of pine leaf, each quivering branch which reaches in desperation to kiss its golden face lit, not a leaf, nor a feather nor strand of her crimson mane which lay concealed within the thresh of the tangled wood forgotten, her, even, through the pane of blurred glass which she watched, watched the galant steed in his passive solitarity........... His ceaseless smile remained in point of her piercing vision, ahead her, beneath her, surrounding her, his personable features drowning out the haughty resilliance of the shrouding winds, the breath of the taunting breezes which circled him, cast down simply by the face of a smile, a smile which caught the protrudant, shifting lace of pale sunlight as all else had....... Her body quivers in the realization of her own solitary station, her position weak, vulnerable, open to attack, to sauntered stalk, at any moment, the possibility of her injury, of her death, the stealth of the whining winds surrounding her, tauting her arched back, the winds resuming their howling chuckle at her fear which was yet so real......... Yet he, in no different a position, never faultered nor cringed, his vision never trailing backward to stifle his obvious glance for fear that another might have followed........ What life had he led to cause him such charasmatic nature....? What had caused him to act so......?...... The question haunts her, circling her mind, penetrating the throbbing muscle to taunt her........ Yet she stands, her post by the lip of the shadowed wood, a spectator of this new addition to the land which both had trod...........*
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