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Date Posted: 12:22:36 04/28/05 Thu
...now I lay me down to sleep
...I pray the Lord my soul to keep
...let Angels guide me through the night
...and wake me with the morning light
It is finally time to put my plan into progress. For years I have been trying to figure out the way to escape the dark past of my damn life. The Pain and the suffering I was put through as a child. I will think like Hitler, move like Hitler, everyone will suffer within my power. The chambers, the burning flames, Starving, beating, everything will cause pain. If your lucky maybe you will get the special treatment. I, myself, will take my knife and slowly peel off your flesh from all over your body until you die from the blood loss, then I will drink the blood you have spilled onto the ground Now all I need to figure out is a way to escape from here. I need to run. I need to leave my wretched life. Everyone will suffer like I did, not one person will escape me. I will find them. The ones who run will get it harder and more painful. I dare you to test my limits, push my buttons, and see how I work. Push the wrong buttons and the timer will begin. When it's all over I will leave my stamp on your forehead. The stamp that will read Reveille because that’s who I am. Now it was time for me to take my leave. To break from this horrid jail. I shall meet you later, good luck and let the games begin.
His face and body were scored by the teeth of many others, and he fought as fiercely as ever and more shrewdly. but the strange horse, no matter what the breed or valor, swiftly acknowledged Revei's supremacy or found himself struggling for life with a terrible antagonist. And Reveille was merciless. He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. He had lessoned from the Devil, and from the chief fighting, and knew there was no middle course. He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.
He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed. He stood by Flames O' Hell, a broad-breasted vamp, white-fanged and sleek-furred; but behind him were the shades of all manner of horses, half-wild and wild, urgent and prompting, tasting the savor of the grass he ate, thirsting for the water he drank, scenting the wind with him, listening with him and telling him the sounds made by the wild life in the forest, dictating his moods, directing his actions, lying down to sleep with him when he lay down, and dreaming with him and beyond him and becoming themselves the stuff of his dreams.
So peremptorily did these shades beckon him, that each day they and the claims of the equine race slipped farther from him. Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the hell-spwaned vixen and the beaten earth around her, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; though that was how he was raised; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest. But as often as he gained the soft unbroken earth and the green shade, the love for Flames O' Hell drew him back to the fire she held within again.
Flames alone held him. The rest of the equus kind was as nothing. Chance travellers might fear him, or be intimidated; but he was cold under it all, and from a too demonstrative mare he would get up and walk away. As newcomers slowly arrived in their terrain, Reveille refused to notice them till he learned they were aquaintances to his Flames; after that he tolerated them in a passive sort of way, accepting favors from them as though he favored them by 'accepting'.
Hideous black clouds hung above in the atmosphere blotting out all the light that could be shed through, but wait, it is not morning at all. No it is night, the time at which the demons dance their dance of death, where the shadows seem to call your name. Mother Luna tries her best to let her silvery rays mingle through the darkness, and in some places she succeeds more than others. The darkness of the forest canopy swallows her silks of ivory light, only allowing a few forgotten strands to twist their way from her lips. A chilly night breeze wound its way through the foliage twisting its fingers around each life form it came into contact with, the gales of air were followed close behind by the clammy fingers of a light mist. Night creatures scurried back and forth across the paths and not to far off in the distance a shriek can be heard, the last dying cries of a rabbit picked up and ripped apart by a ravenous coyote. Its very life shut between the sharpened teeth of its trap like jaw, everything was over in only a few minutes and then there was silence once more
Leave with me my love
Reveille
Plan this for
eight short years
They say I think like a
friesian X
Beneath skies of an azure blue gray, accents lie in a
Black hue
Choreographed by
unknown artists
I'm built to tower
18 hh
My Heart is held in the hands of
Flames O' Hell
our plan is made by a
Masculine
These plans were made for you above
I am whom they call
Sam
You may find me with aim on
nanner676
...now I lay me down to sleep
...I pray th Lord my soul to keep
...let Angels guide me through the night
...and wake me with the morning light
Behind
Sam
The
Nanner676
Muse
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