| Subject: /=/ The Presence /=/ |
Author: /=/ §ipithis /=/ [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 22:45:40 09/03/02 Tue
/=/ the fiery skies were blotted out,
inked by the cranberry blue, black, and reds that had captured them.
A beast indeed. A great male. A great dragon.
Circulars bring him the the beackoning terra,
where four-digit pinions,
encrusted with rubies,
find rest on a weary flank.
Far he had flown,
To take his place.
And yes.....
He would have it. /=/
Where is this so called "Hell Singer" that I seem to hear so much about. I must speak with her....now.
/=/ visage was twisted into cruelty and horrid snear,
scales tightened, erect with pronounced power.'
Surging beneath the cranberry pelt,
decor of spikes,
lied a great strength...one to be reckoned with.
No fear in cold, white ocules.
None.
He feared nothing, and certainly not this dragoness his ears had caught onto.
The one who searched for a King.
A King. /=/
/=/ §ipithis /=/
--- His Will ---
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