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] Date Posted: 04:42:10 10/19/07 Fri . Walls of rock bore the Lady's horses in white lines curving, and beaked creatures with blind eyes, stared out into the torchlight... it was there that he felt her, strongest A child of the marshlands sang Scotland in darkness, his people stood as islands in wild seas, where the sound of thunder was the song of hooves ‘pon an unforgiving earth, in the age of iron Wild sea eyes caught shadows, as still and being, as the horses that fell where the sun lay long, and twilight spoke in shape shifter tones of Middle-land winds that howled his haunting Even godless men, see shadows lengthen in the night, but he was not godless for it was Old Blood that coursed through his veins He came from ancient bones and they welcomed him home in thundered ovation, oh yes, he was one of them, honoring the majesty of the horse, for the Goddess who rides it to the sun © Sasha ‘05 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |