Post by Magic on Aug 11, 2008 13:32:11 GMT -5
They come from every state to find
Some dreams were meant to be declined
Tell the man what did you have in mind
What have you some to do?
No turning water into wine
No learning while you're in the line
I'll take you to the broken sign
You see the lights are blue
Tell me baby what's your story, where you come from
And where you wanna go this time
Tell me lover are you lonely?
The thing we need is never all the hard to find
Magic followed the ebony stallion in silence. She needed this time to think about whether she was doing the right thing, making the right choice. All through out her life, she'd been the leader, she'd been the keeper of the land. Now she was being taken in, joining a herd. She wasn't sure if this was temporairy, or permanent. Once she'd thought everything through, she raised her arched neck, and spoke up "I am new to this land, which may be visible, or it may not. May I have the laws set down before me?" she asked in her usual, musical voice. As she walked onward, the scent of other equine grew stronger. She sightly stiffened up, but kept it un noticable to the distant eye. Her coat was slick with persperation, which made her pelt look better, considering her normal weathered, muddy coat. She quickened her pace, but payed for it by tripping on a rock. She felt the edges of the stone cut through her hide, but keeping her dignity, she stayed at the same fast walk. The blood tickled her leg, painting her stripped hoove. She looked down, and winced at the sting it gave off. When she raised her muzzle, she looked at the stud, making sure he hadn't noticed. The story of her life. Secrecy.
Some dreams were meant to be declined
Tell the man what did you have in mind
What have you some to do?
No turning water into wine
No learning while you're in the line
I'll take you to the broken sign
You see the lights are blue
Tell me baby what's your story, where you come from
And where you wanna go this time
Tell me lover are you lonely?
The thing we need is never all the hard to find
Magic followed the ebony stallion in silence. She needed this time to think about whether she was doing the right thing, making the right choice. All through out her life, she'd been the leader, she'd been the keeper of the land. Now she was being taken in, joining a herd. She wasn't sure if this was temporairy, or permanent. Once she'd thought everything through, she raised her arched neck, and spoke up "I am new to this land, which may be visible, or it may not. May I have the laws set down before me?" she asked in her usual, musical voice. As she walked onward, the scent of other equine grew stronger. She sightly stiffened up, but kept it un noticable to the distant eye. Her coat was slick with persperation, which made her pelt look better, considering her normal weathered, muddy coat. She quickened her pace, but payed for it by tripping on a rock. She felt the edges of the stone cut through her hide, but keeping her dignity, she stayed at the same fast walk. The blood tickled her leg, painting her stripped hoove. She looked down, and winced at the sting it gave off. When she raised her muzzle, she looked at the stud, making sure he hadn't noticed. The story of her life. Secrecy.
