Kikuyu_Black_Paws Posted April 10, 2007 Report Posted April 10, 2007 (edited) Light webs run through cobbled corners; darkest spiders bite their prey. Wind rustles through shadow tree-line as the creatures mourn the day. Farthest mountains belch forth thunder; storm clouds roil 'cross feral land, shrouding all before the tempest, captured in a giant's hand. Foxes' bright eyes in the meadow; soft footsteps o'er mossy stones hint of some new open doorway there among the creatures' homes. Vines curl tightly, shimmer brightly as the rain comes down in sheets: pattering on ringing tree chimes; singing with metallic sweet. Deep within the farthest tree roots lies an angel, fallen far. Wings of silk grace unclothed body, like a delicate shining star. She lifts her head up, sheds a tear; spreads her wings and takes to flight; ever quickly disappears, flashing into stormy night. Whispers now among the creatures, speaking of this blessed child: disperse quick among the tree-line, disappear into the wild. Edited April 10, 2007 by Kikuyu Black Paws
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