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Forbidden and Black Andralynn
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Date Posted: 19:37:09 11/11/02 Mon
::Darkened Lady::
::No, it could not be so...::
::One of her dearest friends, departed forever::
::Guilt plauges her, and rage keeps her legs strong::
::A single stride brings her close to the fallen duo, one still bretahing shallowly, the other torn and dead::
::The urge to reach down and break her damned neck is so strong, but nay, that shaln't bring her friend back::
::She sighs and steps back, sorrow and pain deep in her soul::
::Shakes her head in responce to Singers question, she herself not knowing the answer::
::Turns and attempts to clear the battered image of her friend before helping singer try to put together their broken friend::
::Darkened Lady::
[:...:]
Ever wonder what it would be like to be invisable?
or dead?
It is being alone,
being horrible and wonderfully alone
I am Alone...
I am alone.
I am flying. Flying about a flaming land. I see them. Four off them. One is dead. I see her, she is torn. Bloody. Is she free? Is she happy? No, she is alone.
I am Alone.
I land. I am not flying anymore. Now I know who they are. Hell Singer, southern queen. Forbidden and Black, her backup. Blackest Soul.... She is dead. And then, I see Flecks. My backup. Is she dead? No. She is still Alove. For now.
I am Alone.
I am alone, lost with their rage. They want to kill her. For what? Killing the dead one? The one that would have killed her? It was inevitable. Perhaps, they are alone now too.
I am alone.
The black one, the one that lives. She wants to kill Flecks. Try to atleast.
It wouldn't work.
I have spoken. Will she hear me? It wouldn't help. She would simply heal again. I am sad. Will Flecks ever die? Or will she live forever? That is being alone, too. Alone with others around you, but still alone. Like me... Maybe I should explain. No. They will understand.
I am Alone.
I want to speak again. tell them Flecks lives in my home. But what if they don't hear me? See me? Will they try to kill her? Maybe they should. She wants to die. She has nothing to live for.
She lives in the South. My Territory.
Again, I speak. But not anymore. Now I have stopped. I stoop down beside my youthful appearing backup, electric blue claws cradling her silver face. Well done, I want to scream, Well done. You live, and she does not. But not here, I know better. We must live. So I will not tell her.
I am Alone...
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