Post by S m a r t i e s on Dec 25, 2005 14:17:59 GMT -4
|The glass is Shattered|
Stained Glass Masquerade
|Cut in rows of|
Darkness
|It bleeds as it wounds do|
Egyptian Arabian blood
|It has been shattered for|
5 years
|Shattered like|
AJubalie's mark
|It stains the form of|
Ivory patched pelt with hollow optics and a rose and charred maw
Secret Past
|It cuts like|
Dark and defiying. She isn't to kind and loves to cause trouble. Some call her the dice, or the black clover for her bad luck and demonic ways
|The tips|
(this is my second horse rpg)
Lucid titaniums 3 beated intercepts on the thin, rotting layer of flora that lay beneath the great ivory hued jubalie. Icey pendulum swung timless in the intercepts of life. Zephs stayed halayon in the vexed zeph that blew from the cobalt oriented firment. Brawny svetle never jaded from the lacerating lithosphere that encompased the femme.Petite fatale enmited all that lay at lightness. Yet morase feeling built up in her chassi. Why was lonlieness such a enmiting case of death? It cooned you to be alone. Brawny chassi moved velvetly over the fell glebe. Frondescence covered the outskirts of a colossal lake. It's waters were charred and it seemed jaded through the vexed zephry that blew. The firment above her era as it raised from serpentine being arched to streched. Why was it so chilling and alone? Her crimson leaker that was. Could she find love with one of the others that came apon the lithospere now called the cursed? Vigorus intercepts now spiked in this hell. Halcyon stayed through her brain-pan. She would not get vexed thoughts, or allow enmity to pass through her chassi. For now she would lacerate a simple weak flora amoung the lithosphere. Torment filled her brain-pan, she could not wait for the first equine to wonder apon her path.
Chains stayed composed atop the ivory femme fatale. Virgin sod lay beneath her as it no longer stayed in scilence. She would lacerate all of the light thougts. It was her prize to wreck the soul of the heavens. Why were most 'darks' she met so kind. They did not fill their position as a dark. They were to conceited and pleasent. She on the other hand, could not stand that. Brain-pan pondered on of all her thoughts, but alas a new reigon caught attention of her penetrating ocricals. Demonic smirk crossed the doomed vixen's features. If she could, she would. But still unsure, was it an optical illusain? Alas it was not. She had arrived at cursed location, one she had pondered about her whole life. The Satan's lands. The dark terra's of Equusoul. Let the cursed greet her, she would measure up. They would soon meet the cursed beauty, they would all enter the masquerade.
|Cut in rows of|
|It bleeds as it wounds do|
|It has been shattered for|
|Shattered like|
A
|It stains the form of|
Secret Past
|It cuts like|
|The tips|
(this is my second horse rpg)
Lucid titaniums 3 beated intercepts on the thin, rotting layer of flora that lay beneath the great ivory hued jubalie. Icey pendulum swung timless in the intercepts of life. Zephs stayed halayon in the vexed zeph that blew from the cobalt oriented firment. Brawny svetle never jaded from the lacerating lithosphere that encompased the femme.Petite fatale enmited all that lay at lightness. Yet morase feeling built up in her chassi. Why was lonlieness such a enmiting case of death? It cooned you to be alone. Brawny chassi moved velvetly over the fell glebe. Frondescence covered the outskirts of a colossal lake. It's waters were charred and it seemed jaded through the vexed zephry that blew. The firment above her era as it raised from serpentine being arched to streched. Why was it so chilling and alone? Her crimson leaker that was. Could she find love with one of the others that came apon the lithospere now called the cursed? Vigorus intercepts now spiked in this hell. Halcyon stayed through her brain-pan. She would not get vexed thoughts, or allow enmity to pass through her chassi. For now she would lacerate a simple weak flora amoung the lithosphere. Torment filled her brain-pan, she could not wait for the first equine to wonder apon her path.
Chains stayed composed atop the ivory femme fatale. Virgin sod lay beneath her as it no longer stayed in scilence. She would lacerate all of the light thougts. It was her prize to wreck the soul of the heavens. Why were most 'darks' she met so kind. They did not fill their position as a dark. They were to conceited and pleasent. She on the other hand, could not stand that. Brain-pan pondered on of all her thoughts, but alas a new reigon caught attention of her penetrating ocricals. Demonic smirk crossed the doomed vixen's features. If she could, she would. But still unsure, was it an optical illusain? Alas it was not. She had arrived at cursed location, one she had pondered about her whole life. The Satan's lands. The dark terra's of Equusoul. Let the cursed greet her, she would measure up. They would soon meet the cursed beauty, they would all enter the masquerade.