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Date Posted: 11:19:15 04/03/02 Wed
Author: {.zaKiy shiVa.}
Subject: |-Raven of Blood
In reply to: ..Mohawk.. 's message, "..Step Forth.." on 16:43:43 04/02/02 Tue

{.vile canid stalked decisively near the gathering of sorts. a newcomer. what a pleasant suprise. dense mess of downy multi-huen peltage was roused into a decieving position of supremecy. mammoth brujo loping idly, sveltly-muscled appendages moving effortlessly over the surface of the entrapping snowdrifts hence massive paws. a snap of lethal studded jowls was his own form of acknowledgement. wicked pools projected t'wards matriarch. at observing the hewolf was accepted, vindictive alpha eased off Mohawk. a sharp but indignant yap welcomed the hewolf. yet, acceptance was not yet granted. the newcomer would need to await judgement on holding position.}

.zaKiy shiVa.

..hey hey do you know what time it was.

.when you finally seen all your broken dreams.

.come crashing down your door?.

.they demand an answer and they demand it quick.

.or the questions fade and the wasted days.

.will come crawling back for more.

.the face of isolation.

.well that's one I recognize.

.cause I can't get straight.

.it's a lonely place.

.and it's one I do despise.

.boredom is for sale now.

.and helplessness you feel.

.it's a wounded dove and the hawks are above.

.blood splattered on a reel to reel.

.I was almost over my world was almost gone.

.in a sudden rush I could almost touch the things that I'd done wrong.

.my jungle's made of concrete.

.through silence I could feel.

.my aim is true I will walk on through.

.these mountains made of steel.

(fuck. for cripes sake, can we all close our fonts when we're done posting? thanks.)

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