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The Wish Of The Devil
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Date Posted: 15:45:55 01/13/02 Sun
The God that holds you over the pit of hell,
Much as one holds a spider,
or some loathsome insect over the fire,
abhors you...
His wrath towards you burns like fire;
He looks upon you as worthy of nothing else,
but to be cast into the fire.
Female filled to the brim with a past of pain and suffering, love and adoration, denial and betrayl, wisdom and chance, stands alone at the edge of a valley, her timeless eyes watching the mayhem and beauty of horses, each one blazing with emotion. Hooves grind against the soil, pelt of crimson hiding the blood spilling along her shoulders. Thick trendils of ebony mane conceal the open wound placed only moments earlier. Silence encompasses the mare in a light shroud, a tender embrace of love. Slowly her skull lifts, years of respect given to her granting an aristocratic aura to always hold her.
A glance is cast towards the shadows, memories of stallions, scores of them, all promising the same, ungivable thing: love. An icy voice spills from dry lips, cracking upon the breeze, weary with the years. "Why my Lord? Why did you not save me before such a fate? I denied your option, and yet the savior you sent for me has gotten the wish I was denyed. Why do I suffer? Why does she not also feel the blunt sting of loves double-edged sword? Time and time again I have betrayed you, thinking that each male who came along could give me more than you could, my Lord. But oh Lord, I was wrong, I was gravely incorrect. I wish to turn back the clock, to retake my oath to you, for everything you've given me. You birthed me, Lord, and you put within my bosom the most evil heart you could find. You loved me, raised me as your own child, even though I could never measure up to your expectations. Take me back again, dear Lord. Take me beneath the core of the Earth, into a deep, sweltering heat where I might once again find myself. Then, please dear Lord, when the time has come that I have remembered my true loyalites, cast me back upwards in a spiral of flames, and let me bring down my vengance upon those who dared to betray me. Let me rip their hearts from their chests to compensate for my own which they snared. Dear Lord, I beg of you the chance to prove myself once again. The time is now!"
With the final words of her mighty pledge, the mare broke into a sharp rear, forehooves slashing into the unseen breeze, tearing at some invisable skeleton that once was buried in her closet. As her hooves one again make contact with the earth, a thick crash of lightning streaks over the sky, rather anti-climactic in the mare's eyes. Blinking widely, she curses, throwing back her head. "Why will you deny me, my Lord? You love me, as I love you! Let me try once again! I will prove myself this time! I know I've spoken such words before, but never has my heart burned with such pain as I feel this instant! Never before have I loathed anything as much as I do these mortal stallions that have dared play with Your child. Grant me my one desire, dear Lord, my dear, dear Lord."
With a shameful face, the mare stumbles, her body crashing against the earth, a slim layer of dust rising upwards from the motion. A heavy sigh spirals out as well, leaving a pathetic mare. God, the Devil, and the equine breed had all turned their back upon her. Purgatory, both in name and bodily creature being her only hope.
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