A dead-moon rises, faceless and shrouded in pale grey, wreathed in lifeless, tragic blackness.... Stars fade, as if dying candle-flames, against the veil of another frozen gloam. Twilight beckons in the yawning emptiness.... The soft, merciless breeze tears at the life of me, tingling at first, but just as a ravening animal smells the blood of its prey, tingles across shivering skin become harsh bites of frost, leaving me stricken abroad my bated breath.... Rubies drip from broken flesh, beading the darkened earth and pooling in silent spatters as I press on, trying to escape the hells of silent darkness, baying for the heart of me, yearning to clutch it with icy fingers, lusting to feel it stop amid me........... I will not be taken, here....
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 05:29:35 +0000
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