Darkness comes in many forms. But it takes a true hunter to find it in the light.
Whatever the cost of this, for me it will be all worthwhile. When the others fall to ashes and dust, my own countinance will remain. And the earth will know us, my decendants and I. For never will another pay this price as I have. The relinquishing of my final possession. And only key to heaven's gates. For all the others, an eternity I live of despair. Yes, this earth will know me. My feet will travell well. For all the rest of all my days. I sold my soul to hell.
Well I didn't really, but the person speaking this poem did. I wrote it, my character sold it, to whom may asked question from thou? A little bird said nay, so I walked it out and shot, the arrow went straighter then than it ever did. Little vingnettes here and there are all thats left, but enough to whet the appitite. Count Orsino did say it best, that love is a hunger hard to satisfy and quick to build. So I leave you with these dastardly musings, and if heads or tails of them can you make, then I have not yet acheived full out blasphemy lol cool Snickers to you, buggaboo! sweatdrop Crazy as always.
-Angela
Kalienne · Fri Aug 12, 2005 @ 05:11pm · 0 Comments |