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Date Posted: 13:30:46 01/23/03 Thu

"Consider this:

His eyes are white-light ceiling bulbs,
his teeth syringe needles;
he's attended by a retinue of shiny scarab beetles.
I stood a-teetering on the vacuum-breathing brink,
where you fall with the weight of a single thought you think....
Wer laughing things rise to find they truly sink
and white on white on white on white is the color of my ink.
I didn't pass through the tunnel; the tunnel passed through me;
death will not hesitate to come unseasonably....
It takes joy in coming unreasonably....
I remember death--I remember death, oh but yes:
I've barained with that smug old merchant of rest
though that time is past, and I pretend we never met
you know what hasn't happened--will, onward, happen yet....
I no longer taunt the lion, nor will I walk the edge,
I withdrew from the void that shimmers past the ledge,
But every morning when I wake
I see the shadows smile
I know that it is but his whim to bide a little while....


A voice soft and smoother than silk and colder than any glacier spoke to the girl that was bound by invisible chains. Rainbow hued eyes searched the darkness for her captor, though such sight was denied her. The voice continued, never changing the tone or volume, seeming almost to be reciting from something.

"The fear of death is the tenderest thought you have for such as us, your forlorn offspring. The only elegy we have is your fear, your aniticipation of darkness and so we savor it, out of sentiment, sheer sentiment. Into the darkness you exiled us, making us far from whole, and now we have returned to reclaim what you have denied us for so long."

There was a whisper of sound and the girl, Ariel was left alone.

OOC
Mari.....I dun want for Onimaru to have Ariel......at least not yet lol. But to quote from an ooooooold movie, "I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too! Muhahahahahaha.

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