Post by Masque;; on Jan 16, 2007 22:47:50 GMT -5
[Andromeda, Light]
Happily ever after would be a nice ending to the many years of suffering for this mare. All though the pain and the lies she stuck to the light side always knowing there was good to come of everything. But that good seems so far gone now. They had all died from a disease. Her mother, father, sister and friends. It was disease that the darks had dragged in when they came to take some mares. Well, luckily they got no mares. Not even the one gray survivor. It seemed like only yesterday she was fighting for her life, and running until her lungs collapsed. Hooves beating beating as her heart was thumping thumping. She had to get away. Far from it all. Many lonely hours where spent along the side of the forests, never ever being able to show herself to another equine. Until this day, until now. . Things got too lonely, things got too dark. Reality was slipping away. All sanity was draining from her soul. Love is what she needs now, love is the only thing that can, and will save her from the life of darkness that will soon consume the innocent soul. But, what dose it matter though? If she has managed to stay light for all these years why dose she need help now? All good things come to an end and the slender femmora who stands 'neath a Willow tree does not want to become one of those lost hopes. She Will triumph over evil.
There's vulture's and thieves at your back.
Redemption took away her knife, that was due to slaughter the innocents of her soul. Soft, tender frogs dug deep into the damp soil, as she was surrounded by nothing. No equine had come yet. No one knew she even existed, or still existed. Black lochs hung over a silver nape as she stood, with nothing but hope for tomorrow to keep her alive. Save me save me. Be my redemption. Wrap your will of tomorrow around my soul and keep me from dieing. Maw opened as she let out a long, melodic call. save me save me it seemed to say as it softly rode the wind to all corners of the meadow. It was almost hopeless to think of someone to come save her. There where so many other, better and prettier mares around who where sane and where sure of themselves. She was just a mediocre horse in a high level world.
But the storm keeps on twistin'
Life. You can only have it once. What is the point of life when you can experience so much suffering? Why would the great gods punish a light mare so much. Oh god of war, why do you hurt me so? Oh god of beauty why do you curse me with such looks? Oh god of love, why have you kept me in solitude for so long? Oh gods oh gods. Help me now.
In this sweet madness, this glory of sandess that brings me to my knees.
Happily ever after would be a nice ending to the many years of suffering for this mare. All though the pain and the lies she stuck to the light side always knowing there was good to come of everything. But that good seems so far gone now. They had all died from a disease. Her mother, father, sister and friends. It was disease that the darks had dragged in when they came to take some mares. Well, luckily they got no mares. Not even the one gray survivor. It seemed like only yesterday she was fighting for her life, and running until her lungs collapsed. Hooves beating beating as her heart was thumping thumping. She had to get away. Far from it all. Many lonely hours where spent along the side of the forests, never ever being able to show herself to another equine. Until this day, until now. . Things got too lonely, things got too dark. Reality was slipping away. All sanity was draining from her soul. Love is what she needs now, love is the only thing that can, and will save her from the life of darkness that will soon consume the innocent soul. But, what dose it matter though? If she has managed to stay light for all these years why dose she need help now? All good things come to an end and the slender femmora who stands 'neath a Willow tree does not want to become one of those lost hopes. She Will triumph over evil.
There's vulture's and thieves at your back.
Redemption took away her knife, that was due to slaughter the innocents of her soul. Soft, tender frogs dug deep into the damp soil, as she was surrounded by nothing. No equine had come yet. No one knew she even existed, or still existed. Black lochs hung over a silver nape as she stood, with nothing but hope for tomorrow to keep her alive. Save me save me. Be my redemption. Wrap your will of tomorrow around my soul and keep me from dieing. Maw opened as she let out a long, melodic call. save me save me it seemed to say as it softly rode the wind to all corners of the meadow. It was almost hopeless to think of someone to come save her. There where so many other, better and prettier mares around who where sane and where sure of themselves. She was just a mediocre horse in a high level world.
But the storm keeps on twistin'
Life. You can only have it once. What is the point of life when you can experience so much suffering? Why would the great gods punish a light mare so much. Oh god of war, why do you hurt me so? Oh god of beauty why do you curse me with such looks? Oh god of love, why have you kept me in solitude for so long? Oh gods oh gods. Help me now.
In this sweet madness, this glory of sandess that brings me to my knees.