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Date Posted: 19:17:03 10/26/02 Sat
Author: person
Subject: test

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imprison me in a cage
isolate me
locked within my perfect world
throw away the key
i don�t care now
i have forgotten how
to fly
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|christened| bird in a gilded cage
|alais|songbird
|spell|springs of troika
|heritage| vague
|blessed|songbird of the fairer
|kissed|contrast of gold and ivory
|stature|svelte
|reach to heaven|a dozen plus two. half of four
|key to unlock my cage|
float lika butterfly sting lika bee

| with the angel's innocence as her simple shield , she pirouettes the horizon , aghostly silhouette
amidst the softening eve , against the eerie milieu of a waning moon's last ray . with the carefree touch of
celestial perfection, the flawless ballerina moves intimately alongside the gentle current of a silken zephyr,
the tender delicacy her trademark.the sorrow goes unwritten in the odyssey of time's eternal flow, and the
forsaken maiden dances alone underneath the moon's travesty of light. relishing the secrets left unspoiled
and pristine by the wan night, the adamantine strength of a faith, even broken, is her diaphanous sash
about a slender frame, binding her, heaven's own mark. but with a bitter cry, she laments the deathless
renewal of her own forte, and with a simple dip of the regal crown of she and the endless rhythm of a
shattered heart breaking in the song of her dance, she defies solitude...dominance lancing within soft
clarified optics of the stars. the tragic wail of a dying violin's last wail intermingles with the soft clarity of a
music box's delicate melody, and the golden coryph�e is untiring, the soft cloak of flawless defiance her
singular defense against the cruelty of a mangled utopia drowned in the tears of the wronged. shattered
though she might seem, weeping commingles with the soil 'pon the loam, and she continues her dance,
darkness within her reach. laden was her soul, burdened by sorrow of all the harmed and wronged
creatures she resided with or knew of. yet, her flawless movements sang of a lost time that lasted forever
to she. tucking boa to her bodice, the inamorta's long plumes trails along the soft loam, leaving a textured
line behind. roses linger within her gaze, full of sage, wisdom of the past and the present. the future
remains mysterious to she. her dance referred to the lost beauty of the equid world, the lost freedom of
unsacrificeable knowledge that the equine could bestow, and the eternally gone comfort of survival that
the demoiselle had held once in a life time that never would exist again. she emitted a trill thru parted
labia, sun kissed lips exposing brackish incisors, and but a ghostly form of aureate, she remained silent in
her guesses, silent in her game of steps. Her tresses flow over her pelt, intwined with bits of bark, leaves,
and dirt. she was nature. she was captive of the last beauty. music soars from within her to penetrate the
aura surrounding the matriarch, and she rises, slender appendages cloaked in blood, blood that had
stained upon her legs. nay, it was not her own. she lifts her crania, sphericals torn with rage. but of what,
you ask? remorse?nay. hunger? aye. endearment enriches the shining surfaces of the flushed stained
globes. the ochroid vixen wears upon her head a diadem marked only by a scar surrounding her
twin-sticks. the rogues dubbed 'males', the diametrical, would never know how she was. nor would any
other. she was an angel. a phantom apparation. a dove feathered in golden auroras. heartless. cold.
defiant. decriptive enough? that was her opinion of all viriles. her dance halts and no longer does her
unguli pierce through the pliable sod. no longer did she have faith in another innocent existence. treading
upon hollow ground. yes, that was what she was doing. her voice lingers above the zenith of the land of
mustangs, climaxing and fading forever away nadir. tainted nie was she. but others? aye. they all were.
she was not one to boast but only she could become a femme fatale...only she could become the males
worse nightmare and at the same time his most gratifying dream. within her grew a hatred for the
opposite sex. nie was there a reason to give. aurals fall to her crown flat upon her sculptured boa,
marking she as cautious.
faith? was that a word? nie it was not. the flaxen she-beast began once more to move at a twi beat
cadence, movements a flux of grace and fluidity. away from her tree. nie wait. it was not her tree. her
crown moves side to side quickly as she shakes it, bits of soil falling from her silk lisles. beneath her
rapiers sing small critters and above her sing the last birds of the night. to all she would remain
anonymous except for the creatures of the night.
together forever. tsk. tsk. is that what they all say now? she was no neophyte. Glancing about her, the
golden fem began her trek across the land. About her slid nocturnal creatures and upon she was the only
thing she lived for. A gentle zephyr upon her velvetten hide. Plumages of faint colour brush against her
hocks and she plunges forth in speed, neck extending, lobes betwixt flat and innoble. Each muscled piston
flew beneath her fay bod, each bending and straightening, locking and unlocking in a four-beat caper, and
then without warning the inamorta stumbled over a root. gathering herself, the fem jumped, hind legs
curled upward for the north segment to touch her gently upon the stomach. Her forelegs curled also.
Extending them, she allowed full impact upon one foreleg then put down the other, continuing to cavort.
Her nares flaring with exhaustion, the dove slid to a impede. invisible fingers curled through her tresses,
lapping gently at her lathered form. the maiden was still, barrel rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
tender delight coruscated fleetingly through her forsaken eliptics.
.with the deity�s glittering ethereal blade and, an intrepid forth-thrust gait without flaw or fault, the
elegant maid infringed on the marl. twin crimson seas roil within the turbulent gaze of a stern reprimand,
and yet the undefined elegance of the lithe enigma reigns, a fair-countenanced ruler, in her shadowed
heart. with a sweet mock, slender appendages cease their rhythmic churn and she dares the shadows to
try an assault on her svelte frame. the wilderness of a lost utopia dances rampant in her unflinching gaze,
and faded memoirs of a forsaken atlantis embitter her sheltered eyes as, with silent poise, the supple
sunkissed maiden wends her way forth into lands to be explored. inclining a regal cranium unto the
darkened firmament, a silken cry soars into the boundless cosmos, a initiative to announce her
dominance, for she would settle no lower then the highest position. tough she must be. watch your step.
nie was she talking to anyone. she was talking to herself. sweet murmurring escape thru her slender
cavities as the fem flicked her plumage over her haunches, declaring this utopia hers. dangerous nie was
she. inclement fervor dances ragged within her shattered fortitude. spheres calculate each groove of the
soil, each hoof that marked its surface, each figure that strode over its seemingly undesirable existence.
faintly a cry surfaces betwixt her labrums and she turns away. her heart had been lacerated before. that
was never to be done again.
.torn was she. torn betwixt retreat or advance. shattered utopia indeed. humour flashes briefly through
her orbs. she was no pet to cosset. she resented retreat and moved forth, extremities bracing as she
slowly made her way down a steep incline. Finding her footing, the fem slid down upon her haunches,
almost sitting. She stood again and began moving forward. brushing against a limb the fem shyed away,
the ivories of her spectacles exposed briefly. Her right forefoot struck forth, lancet clashing against hard
sod. the naiad snorted unkindly and turned around, crania tilted slightly towards her leading extremity.
pistons of feminine structure aided her up the incline once more and the nixie paused shortly for breath,
nares dilated. Auids innoble upon her crown, the mare raised her apex, arabian lineage evident by her
liberty to turn her magesterial crania. a pause. a scent. gone. the fem lowered her crania and blew softly
upon the emerald stalks protruding from the earth. Nipping gently upon one blade, she lifted her
culmination and slipped into the shadows, still seen but barely. a apparation she was. a hallucination. no
longer a vison to the naked eye. this was no utopia. it was no heaven. it was hell |

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