Post by ffrew on Jun 6, 2008 14:57:44 GMT -5
Isn't it just SAD? Just so POETICALLY PATHETIC? Soul crushed with the simplest of words. Toughen up kid, you're going to get nowhere in life this way! You can say "what a jerk..." and just blame it on him. But he's not, now is he? You're just SOFT. Time to shape up! Cut the skin, take the razor, sharp and thin, run it down your flesh. Can you FEEL it now? Are you STRONG now?
Aliéné doesn't know why she ever left her old herd. Going off on her own only to become a loner, ebony coat losing color, shining orbs becoming dull and flat. That stallion, that beautiful, beautiful boy, he simply destroyed her. She was so trusting, so gentle, that one comment sent her life spiraling downwards into darkness.
Which brings us here, to Valle Scure, the Dark Valley . In some sense, this place chose her. Wind-whipped green grasses, cerulean skies, it might have been amazing, she might have been amazing. But, like the fog, which casts it’s eternal darkness on the land, her heart is blackened, the beauty trapped inside, with no hope of breaking free.
Pistons striking the ground, dancing around the fog. Oh she's just dancing, dancing in the shadows. Kickin up her heels, moving in time with the wind. Luminescent ebony coat appearing in flashes through the eternal void. A mangled, ghostly form haunting all traces of light.
Calling out to anything, anyone. Pricking up her ears, waiting for a reply. She's ready for another stallion to enter her life, she's stronger, faster, wiser than before. History will not repeat itself, she won't let it.[/size]
The song: Poetically Pathetic
The words: 272
Notes: Really short I know. I should stick to only writing at night.
Aliéné doesn't know why she ever left her old herd. Going off on her own only to become a loner, ebony coat losing color, shining orbs becoming dull and flat. That stallion, that beautiful, beautiful boy, he simply destroyed her. She was so trusting, so gentle, that one comment sent her life spiraling downwards into darkness.
Which brings us here, to Valle Scure, the Dark Valley . In some sense, this place chose her. Wind-whipped green grasses, cerulean skies, it might have been amazing, she might have been amazing. But, like the fog, which casts it’s eternal darkness on the land, her heart is blackened, the beauty trapped inside, with no hope of breaking free.
Pistons striking the ground, dancing around the fog. Oh she's just dancing, dancing in the shadows. Kickin up her heels, moving in time with the wind. Luminescent ebony coat appearing in flashes through the eternal void. A mangled, ghostly form haunting all traces of light.
Calling out to anything, anyone. Pricking up her ears, waiting for a reply. She's ready for another stallion to enter her life, she's stronger, faster, wiser than before. History will not repeat itself, she won't let it.[/size]
The song: Poetically Pathetic
The words: 272
Notes: Really short I know. I should stick to only writing at night.
