Was I bewitched so by the thin red line
To notice not that time released its hold
And let pale Iris snip the silver twine
To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.
Existence now is not what I was told;
No seraphim and harps to grace my ear,
Just silence, painful silence, and the cold
Discomfort of my masochistic fear,
So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear
My soul until the ache's too much to bare,
As mortal life mirages now appear:
Intangible are they; away they tear.
Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon
When razor's edge did charm me like the moon.
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It was a Pyrrhic Victory, escaping the toils of self pity and utter resent... but it had been accomplished. She had abandoned the barren desert sands and ventured towards a new hope at life. So far her existence revolved around solitary confinement, due to a temporary lapse of sanity in which she was ostracized. In the acrid calidity the diminutive Arabian princess acquired the crucial knowledge that kept her alive. During the barbarous summer months inherited characteristics, such as the large, wide nostrils and carefully dished face did their job. But for other things, such as the bare necessities; food, water, shelter; Blythe wandered the aureate dunes on her own. Not an easy task for a filly. And now a filthy, febrile-though hardy lass stands in the viridian scenery of Eclypse.
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Name Blythe
Age Three
Heritage Arabian
Color Gray
Alias Sorrel
E-mail xsorrelhorse@aol.com
Aim xsorrelhorse or hardlyaltruistic
Could you please send her to DH?
BLYTHE
Life is Sweet
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