Post by faerie on Mar 27, 2006 17:28:38 GMT -5
If only, if only the wood-pecker sings
Snowy curvatures slowly 3-beated into the realm, an ebon shadow sliding from her rump. A golden orb slowly sank beneath the horizon, spewing darkness from its depths. The moonlight shadows erupted around the fae, drenching her in a charcoal cloak. Ivory pistons relaxed their grip on tightly clenched muscles, slowing to a 4-beated gait. A chalky dial burst into the air, and a nicker echoed out from parted kissers. The noise swam around her, repeating itself until it could be heard no more. She had come here, hoping someone would be hankering for a femme such as herself. Cyrstals of self-pity prolongedly made their way from silvery optics, leaving thin trails of sorrow 'cross her maw. The fae energizingly tossed a pale facet into the sir once again, and shook the tears from her dial. She was passed it, but knew that the feeling would come back sometime, someday. When, she never knew.
Surely, but steadily, the stars peeked out from behind dark curtains, casting their light upon the land. They were reflected in a near by pond, lighting up its navy surface. She quietly slipped into the depth of uncertainty; she knew not way lay beneath the pool's surface. Ripples fanned out from her frosted bode, breaking the image that had been so peaceful a moment before. The femme sipped the cool liquid, chilling her de-hydrated throat. Stainless-steel touched towers swivled to key into any rustle, any noise that another might make. She sat around watching, waiting, listening for any life form. But none prevailed. Only the songbirds made sounds; their sweet choir of voices made it hard to be down. She held her dial high, and awaited a call. From the stag of her dreams, it was mean a rainfall. So, she waited, waited for the one of her dreams to find her.
The one to come claim me be the king of my dreams
Snowy curvatures slowly 3-beated into the realm, an ebon shadow sliding from her rump. A golden orb slowly sank beneath the horizon, spewing darkness from its depths. The moonlight shadows erupted around the fae, drenching her in a charcoal cloak. Ivory pistons relaxed their grip on tightly clenched muscles, slowing to a 4-beated gait. A chalky dial burst into the air, and a nicker echoed out from parted kissers. The noise swam around her, repeating itself until it could be heard no more. She had come here, hoping someone would be hankering for a femme such as herself. Cyrstals of self-pity prolongedly made their way from silvery optics, leaving thin trails of sorrow 'cross her maw. The fae energizingly tossed a pale facet into the sir once again, and shook the tears from her dial. She was passed it, but knew that the feeling would come back sometime, someday. When, she never knew.
Surely, but steadily, the stars peeked out from behind dark curtains, casting their light upon the land. They were reflected in a near by pond, lighting up its navy surface. She quietly slipped into the depth of uncertainty; she knew not way lay beneath the pool's surface. Ripples fanned out from her frosted bode, breaking the image that had been so peaceful a moment before. The femme sipped the cool liquid, chilling her de-hydrated throat. Stainless-steel touched towers swivled to key into any rustle, any noise that another might make. She sat around watching, waiting, listening for any life form. But none prevailed. Only the songbirds made sounds; their sweet choir of voices made it hard to be down. She held her dial high, and awaited a call. From the stag of her dreams, it was mean a rainfall. So, she waited, waited for the one of her dreams to find her.
The one to come claim me be the king of my dreams
))