Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Oct 23, 2008 11:34:10 GMT -8
A day to rise, a day to fall.
~Seth~
The ice has returned
to my heart
as I feel
the day of war
approaching.
Slowly...
Slowly...
The ink of the night/ bled through the trees/ a sullen sight/ to fall on your knees. The echoing song of the stars/ lost from the sky/ the light of twolegplace/ reflecting in crimson eye. As he stares off into the distance/ lost to the sound/ of beating war drums/ every heartbeat a pound/ of restless energy/ blood come alive/ to the song of the night/ to the ink of the sky. Upon the bus roof/ waiting/ waiting/ for the following night/ for the grim of the slight.
Soon it will come. Are you ready? Yes.
Seth's eyes followed the carefully aimed blows of those practicing in the clearing below. Each heartbeat was wild with adrenaline and impatient jaws that longed or the salty sweetness of blood. The ghost of the sky, a round glowing orb, had a reddish tint to the face and the skin. Tomorrow night would come the death of the moon in a pool of fiery blood, and the rise of a new kingdom.
Soon it will come. Are they ready? Yes.
The sheer amount of cats in Seth's army seemed unbelievable. A pool of pelts below so close together that if one were to throw a stone into the air it would never find the earth again. Seth smiled as the kittypets were drawn forward. They would not fight. He had a much better assignment for them. Their lives were not valuable to his alliance, so he had formed a way to make them useful... and to get rid of them.
Soon it will come. They are ready. Yes...
"Pack pack, kill kill," chanted the dogs from their pen, their howls tainting the night and making the stars shiver. How the words had come to their lips seemed eerie. Like an inner voice - an instinct - that had finally risen from their domesticated souls and turned them wild.
Pack pack/ kill kill/ pack pack/ kill kill/ sings the dogs/ of the wilderness. Tomorrow night/ would come the end. Tomorrow night/ the bleating melody of war will whisp through the trees/ like the wings of a falcon. Seth/ creature of death/ creature of tragedy/ are you cat/ or something much more foul.
Fiver/ creature of betrayal/ creature of kindness/ you are their last hope. Lay in blood/ if you so choose/ but if you rise to/ save them/ you will find a strength within/ that you did not know existed.
Soon it will come. Is she ready? _________.
~Seth~
The ice has returned
to my heart
as I feel
the day of war
approaching.
Slowly...
Slowly...
The ink of the night/ bled through the trees/ a sullen sight/ to fall on your knees. The echoing song of the stars/ lost from the sky/ the light of twolegplace/ reflecting in crimson eye. As he stares off into the distance/ lost to the sound/ of beating war drums/ every heartbeat a pound/ of restless energy/ blood come alive/ to the song of the night/ to the ink of the sky. Upon the bus roof/ waiting/ waiting/ for the following night/ for the grim of the slight.
Soon it will come. Are you ready? Yes.
Seth's eyes followed the carefully aimed blows of those practicing in the clearing below. Each heartbeat was wild with adrenaline and impatient jaws that longed or the salty sweetness of blood. The ghost of the sky, a round glowing orb, had a reddish tint to the face and the skin. Tomorrow night would come the death of the moon in a pool of fiery blood, and the rise of a new kingdom.
Soon it will come. Are they ready? Yes.
The sheer amount of cats in Seth's army seemed unbelievable. A pool of pelts below so close together that if one were to throw a stone into the air it would never find the earth again. Seth smiled as the kittypets were drawn forward. They would not fight. He had a much better assignment for them. Their lives were not valuable to his alliance, so he had formed a way to make them useful... and to get rid of them.
Soon it will come. They are ready. Yes...
"Pack pack, kill kill," chanted the dogs from their pen, their howls tainting the night and making the stars shiver. How the words had come to their lips seemed eerie. Like an inner voice - an instinct - that had finally risen from their domesticated souls and turned them wild.
Pack pack/ kill kill/ pack pack/ kill kill/ sings the dogs/ of the wilderness. Tomorrow night/ would come the end. Tomorrow night/ the bleating melody of war will whisp through the trees/ like the wings of a falcon. Seth/ creature of death/ creature of tragedy/ are you cat/ or something much more foul.
Fiver/ creature of betrayal/ creature of kindness/ you are their last hope. Lay in blood/ if you so choose/ but if you rise to/ save them/ you will find a strength within/ that you did not know existed.
Soon it will come. Is she ready? _________.
