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Vulcan
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Date Posted: 03:10:59 05/19/04 Wed
In reply to:
Dark Illusion
's message, "You can look down and fall or you can look up and fly" on 19:39:25 05/18/04 Tue
He closes his eyes, still for a second, before convulsions shake the huge span of his chest. Some greater upset? No ... the stallion laughs, bitterly but fully, tossing his head to look back over his shoulder at the uppity mare. When he speaks his voice is louder, still in the sing-song parlance of before.
What do you know, mortal, of the lifes span bleed
of my pain? I flail in pain, I thrash hard and feel it
blacken down my very core but still I struggle onward.
My sky is gone, dark, black, blacker, blackest...
What great sinner I, to feel such as this? No love
do I seek, that I may chase some harlots scent
To spawn more foals - Fie!
Foals and heartbreak, heartbreak and foals
Side by side they dog me, one for one, for another
You drip blind syrup, my ill thought adviser
My love and my cares just this day
held your life in his maw
in snarling defence of my self and my soul
No, I found what I sought - and it begger me.
Leave me ... speak not of healing when today
fresh hewn, my wounds cry gaping gore and bitter loss
of illusion, if not heart and soul of my love
and illusion of love, and sires fond folly.
Leave me!
He huffs, swinging his head away violently and beginning to stroll slowly away with lowered head. His hooves still find purchase on the air, lifting him slowly higher. The wind whips his hair.
(( tanks :) ... guess I'm studying Shakespeare at school? Othello infact. As Iago says ... 'Hell and night, shall bring this monsterous birth to the worlds light.'))
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