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Subject: - Closer -


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- Lydan -
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Date Posted: 08:06:45 05/24/02 Fri
In reply to: …::Cynic::… 's message, "± Someone Gave Me A Mirror ±" on 20:06:30 05/22/02 Wed


[x. we twist and turn where angels burn .x]

[x. like fallen soldiers we will learn .x]

[x. that once forgotten twice removed .x]

[x. love will be the death of you .x]


-Silence swims about ebon-tinted beast as motions halt, inky opticals glancing across female figure, slight sigh dissipating from thinly parted lips. After a seeming eternity, within which daydreaming mind spans the globe, beast moves once again, slender pillars carrying thinly fragile mass towards equally starved counterpart. Skull is tugged earthbound, gravity finally winning the slight war, thin, straggly threads of inky mane spilling before facial features. Hooves beat soundlessly against dead soil, beast continiously pressing nearer. Did she not understand true devotion? Well, why should she, he certainly didn't. Motions are continued without understanding, predator ever hunting a misunderstood prey, the enigmatic corpse of some once grand goddess. So many had left their celestial beings, perhaps she had been left, lost in the darkness. Perhaps he would rescue her from the burning loft. Or perhaps she might consume him, her mere gaze petrifying his limbs, creating a carcass of limestone and granite. Perhaps her mouth might split open, jaws unhinging like a serpentine, swallowing his hopeless shell of a body, drowning his soul in a river of blood. Eyelids conceal across charcoal spheres as mind is flushed of such random images. Perhaps knives would fall from the sky at her bidding, slicing, tearing his body into thousands of peices, only to be hidden within the trees, the earth, the ocean depths. Then the humans would strap leather to his figure, forcing motions that were unnatural and psychologically disturbing. Heavy snort is shudder outwards, brute once more ignoring random wanderings of mental state, continuous motions dragging his lifeless body ever closer to the lone mare.-


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