
Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on January 23, 2009, 12:05 pm, in reply to "Prison gates won't open up for me; THREAD" All because of you,
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I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!
There was always an air of comicality that increased when one stood in the presence, or even just within the vicinity of the untangible strawberry roan. The entire world seemed to be graced with rainbows, lollipops, butterflies and all the like, with all the colourful sights and cheer that could make you high. Unfortunately, even as I feel the playful excitement of the mare with the Peter Pan complex, something had drowned out my minute amount of happiness. That my Super had come to me, and that it was solely, I knew, for the purpose of killing. What had reduced my Earth to such a point that it would want to suffocate someone within an amber tinted realm, preserved for eternity? Whatever had occured in the past moons, I knew I was turning into something I had always wanted to avoid.
Lycoris' reaction to the matter did nothing to improve my mood; in fact, if I could have gotten any more morose, I would have darkened slightly. However, I was at a low peak at the moment and she could not dunk my head further under ground that I had already been buried beneath. And yet, Lycoris' wistful expression as she suggested rainbow flowers sent a small smile hovering back onto my thin black lips. "Rainbow flowers? I can make plenty of those already." Without a word, I lowered my blue roan head to the earth and brushed my nose across the lovely natural floor. Within seconds, tha area around us, including the Dogwood and Cherry trees, was vibrant with pastel shaded carnations, and daisies, and dandelions, and all other manner of plants. Uniquely, a single, tall black rose had risen up before me, and I watched it intently, running my nose lovingly along its velveteen petals. There was always something about the ebony hue that had aught my heart, and so, it was my favourite. What's in a name? That a rose by any other name would be just as sweet.
All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!
EARTH III
W O L F
AMBASSADOR
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