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10-07-2013, 08:26 PM
The world was an orchestra, and he the audience struck back in his seat, overwhelmed, an ant standing in veneration of its magnificence. It was a wind like a thousand flutes, howling in wonderful discord amidst the violin of sharp-toothed rocks, all swirling to the rhythmic beat of the drumming waves and the cascading, torrential downpour. Emphasis struck by lightning cymbals made the stallion flinch where he stood, showered to the very skin by the hot curtain of summer rain, hooves digging deep into crystal pale sands as the storm raged around him, over him, through him, a hurricane of wind and rain and emotion that threatened to drown him for each breath. He wanted to run, to hide, to throw himself into the white foam and forget everything, die and be reborn in a new shape, a new shell, as a new soul much cleaner and purer than himself.
He wanted to fly like the dragon of his soul, a glittering pale gull tossed to and fro in the fury of the storm, screaming their pain and rage and anguish into the night. How he wished he could join her, become like her and take every day for what it was, without thinking and frowning and mulling over rules and pacts, promises lies and deceit. Ah, if only he could be as pure, as beautiful, as free.
A cry tore from the throat of the stallion as he reared in defiance of the waves, a silver knight battling the ocean itself as he danced on the shoreline, chest and legs battered by the high waves as they came thundering in towards the land. Again and again he threw himself into the fray, only to be thrown back onto the beach. Soaked, angry, fearful and foolish, the steed wanted to tear this agony, this savage lump of misery from his soul.
What had he done? What would he do now?
He didn't know, and the heavens refused to answer.
@[Mirage]
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
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