...A stirring lifts from the evening twilight, a disturbance, an absence becoming present. A silence unlike any other surrounds and enfolds a sightless sound, a gentle, far off pounding. Clearly a dream, no touch nor figure, only a cloak that passed unnoticed across the dimming eve. A darkned, enslaved soul restlessly ponders place of death and birth, gazing through its seductive, addictive set of black moons. Nearly midnight iris gluids back and forth, catching nearly every detail, nearly every print. Toned neck embraced by tamed, placid threads of fine wire, riding from smooth curved poll along trained arch parting neatly around straight funnled ears. Undished nose tucked close to silkish chest within which thick ink was pumped slowly through tunnles wired throughout body. Hushed breaths escape large nostriles, flared, though no pink nor red lining is exposed. Honed hooves stand square to one another, effortless, flawless stance relaxed. Lingering shadows drag their fingernails over jetty life, scraping over chains binding mortal soul to immortal body. Crimson mist lurks around hocked ankles and knees, creeping, ravling around and leaking into each crease of stock still muscle. Haunting stillness fills the void, lifeless heart working pointlessly to keep such a death in lingering life. Lack of intrest vexes emormous beast, movement shifting about in the slightest unnoticable manner. Jaw shifts, grinding bladed thorns to calm their craving of the acerbic liquid that acute sense of sound could hear rhyming through every mortal who passed unknowingly by. Monster lifts and slams heavy forehoof against firm Earth, frost breaking into the cracks of foot, burning releasing the anger that swelled inside legend. An echo reachs equine shape, long awaited, expected, for everywhere went seemed a rendezvous for soul and master. Cursed language escapes rough lips, unreadable, a mumble etching on the wind embodied by the elements and torn by the day break. Invisible wings spread, mist that wraps around equine suddenly morphing to almost outline unnatural feathers, edged feet seeming to hardly graze against wintered floor. Silently stalking upon laced moonbeams, carelessly rubbing up side and through the cast blackness. Gaze hurls longing to nearby ledge, craving the end, to be engulfed by the death that haunted soiled mind so. Morbid thought combs and picks into glass orbs, the burden of a million murders weighing on stud’s own immortality. Penalty of stealing youth, life, to keep one’s own beauty far beyond its reward. Gaze glares down into the fading gap between craze and sanity, lingering hatred for self only matched by fought lonelyness. Deranged truth whispering teasingly through diseased mind, backed by the wind and rain and light of the fair moon’s eye that followed animal just as its own shadow was glued to its coal hard hooves...
...I Call to you. Do you fear risking death too much to call back?...
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