It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith
07-14-2014, 03:48 AM
Land of eternal winter. Ah, how he was overtaken with pure bliss! Frozen liquid painted the lands before him in white. The moon shone down upon the ivory land with all its radiance - glowing as if it were mocking the sun itself. Perhaps it was the moon's attempt to compete with the vast sun. A dream in which would never become reality. . . A reminder in which broken dreams sometimes left us a reflection of our former self or a faint glow of what we could have been. The moon, though beautiful, could not outshine the luminous that the sun projected with its fiery outer core. Occasionally a star would flash across the sky in a wondrous fashion. Passing over the dark canvas swiftly as it framed earth's atmosphere with its trailing blaze. Then to only vanish as quickly as it had arrived, so much like Winter himself. He found himself trailing away from the "family" he was brought into. A princess and her broken dreams, a Dusk with an undying devotion to please, and a pup that simply followed his ancestor - being all the more confused with a never-ending fairy tale. This land of eternal snow was a nice escape to a more real world. A world in which ultimately reminded him that he was alone. Though, that was by choice. For he grew attached to being a loner - a rogue. Winter closed his emerald eyes and took in the soft pattering sound of snow intertwining with the snow in which rested peacefully on the ground. A sound in which mirrored the song of rain, but much more peaceful. Rain's lullaby. A voice rang out from the distance. A voice in which seemed somber, mournful, yet laced with bitterness. The dainty Winter traveled in the direction automatically. How he should have simply went yonder way! Ah, how he should have left others to deal with such problems. Winter quietly made his way to her flank, unsure if she heard his approach. His soft voice whispered out to her in a gentlemanly manner. Surely life is not all that bad. Name's Winter. . . Speech Thought |