Friday, February 5, 2010

to her with the sleek bronze tail.

as the last of the golden beams retreated for the day,
the hour long darkness began to pollute the cerulean atmosphere
..
down by a deserted alley, a tiny creature begins her nightly routine.
stalking up worn down fences..
the nights these days are getting colder she thought to herself, prancing gingerly through heaps of rubble..
the pale blue moon, whining in the empathetic cresent not a care for the many down below. selfishly guarding the golden rays of light from us down below.
her skin of perfect pink ivory, guarded by a coat of gold stripped bronze fur...
her ears twitching in the beautiful midnight moon-breeze.
she senses a faint smell of sulfur in the air.
her spine freezes.
she recognizes the smell, that which left her orphan all these years.
dark shadows appear in the distant clearings..
she screeches and bolts away.
the shadows seem to be gaining on her quickly.
she makes a sharp turn..
heart ponding like a drum, as she feels warm blood rushing into her ears...

and at this point, the writer decides to leave his workstation and bring himself back down to earth back down to his squalid workstation in a mouldy and dusty office.

--to wherest it came so it shall return.
to whom dis was dedicated to, i shall not forget.
the path is long and may you walk through it justly.

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