Even death keeps on singing.. [Seed, Spark, Time] -- The Ultimate Battle Ground of Shadows

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Date Posted: 11:46:56 11/29/03 Sat
Author: Black LibertyThread Break
Subject: Even death keeps on singing.. [Seed, Spark, Time]
In reply to: Winded Spark 's message, "Blood Unseen Is Blood Unshed" on 11:45:08 11/29/03 Sat

Even death keeps on singing..

Gazing fixedly from beneath oppressive tangles and dreadlocks, from within heaps of brawn and bone, are the eyes that so restively hold the tales of various years. Bitter, void, and omit of reflection or sentimentality; they are vindictive and astute, but never concluding in the orb of a black abyss. Three boisterous figures whirled about like feathers in a windstorm; not one took notice of Liberty�s placement amongst her shadow lair. She saw the fleeting glance, that silently strung chord that was to summon the obsidian vipress, but to riposte in this bedlam would be taken by a dissimilar approach. Bad Seed, or so they called him, was a riveting character, with merely the desire for elation that brought him here � perhaps a more worth while rival than Time.

Silent as the grave, the silver-tongued damsel glided around the cluster, now tenaciously before Bad Seed and adjacent to Winded Spark � though they might as well be blind and deaf for not a breath nor a shimmer of her was to be seen nor heard. A swell of mirth rose in the pit of her abdomen, though subdued, as Only Time made her pitiable speech. Did she actually believe Bad Seed was here to serve her in this m�l�e? Hardly so, at least to any further extent if ever was.

Show me what you�ve got, came the enthralling hiss from Liberty�s own orifice, her muzzle pressed flippantly to his ear�

All that sparkles or glints will suffer and die..

BLACK LIBERTY

Black as the night,

Sweetly sour with fright

Liberty of no loss,

As is the iron cross..

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