<~> Soft whisper of the paper thin leaves that hand ‘pon the limbs of thick branches of giant redwoods sway backwards and forth, raspy vocal of the dim sky that blocks the brightness of the radiant stars reveal a whisper of no other..<~> The Fate....<~>Strident whistles echo through the hushed shadows, where the living, but really the dead roamed. Chilling temperatures pick up, everything becoming silent as if the world had stopped, freezing all man kind, and mother nature<~> Death‘s mistress Has arrived.......<~>
<~>In the distance, what seems to be a transparent figure is seen walking conceitedly down the path upon solid steel stones. Immorality lurks within the blackened hearted fem, blood craving taste buds rolling across split ashen lips that help form perfectly dished Arabian dial. Silence is heard as the fem of warrior past walks along the path, triangular shaped thorns sewing against noble skull that reveals extreme intelligence. Heartless soul thinks back to youth years, when strange equine‘s feared of the Death‘s mistress, their lives hung by threads when her presence was near. “Beware of the devil,” they would say, though the mere response never distorted, “The devil fears me, Death‘s mistress, the only respect anyone would ever get from the Satan himself..” All who neared such beauty, though monster inside, risked of their life being stolen away, hung by a thread then cut into two by the sharp edges of silver scissors.<~>
<~>Compassionless, detached, she-beast repeats the life she had had years before maturity... How she became who she is today, and who she would remain... The first life she had took before a yearling, and continuing death’s taken by skillful creature, that was many time referred to a monster, a beast that only had beauty that lied within the outside, and the inside might as well be a one-eyed creature that lurked within the silent shadows she knew so well.<~>
<~>Again through her lovely life she thought, ongoing questions were asked “Do you fear Death, the devil, that you will never have a true life?” Same answers were give “I am death,” before their foolish life was ended for questioning such a powerful animal that hated to be questioned, especially from strangers, or equines who she had planned on taking their lives with slicing iron hooves.<~>
The Fate...The Fate...<~>The whispers continue to warn of the new comer who would fit in perfectly with the evils, though even of her own kind would be punished to challenge the monster that lurked within the soul of beautiful outside creature. Alluringly type she-beast continued to walk as the death that roamed in the shadows as death, cold heart crumbling consistently when love is in the air, when cupid had found his prey and shot it with the heart shaped arrow, keen edge sinking into the thin flesh with no pain. love? A meaning that she not knew, a feeling that would never come, or go through the insensible feminine.<~>
<~>Time after time after time had passed through the raspy life that Fem has experienced, a life that no other could possibly pull through, or wish for more comparable events to happen. Spiritual fem slinks off into the darkness, disappearing into thin air as a deathly type spirit, as if she were never there..<~>
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