Post by Myth :] on Apr 22, 2007 19:38:01 GMT -5
Stop, and think about something real quick
Ignore, and let that clock to tick and tick
Life isn't going to give you what you ask
Each desire is it's own, dangerous task
I stand my ground, white irons cutting the land. Carving it when I
lope, and stabbing it with each paw of my foot. Days go by, I
know this. Iv'e been in the impending storms of the islands
And heard stories of each hopeful lad, and young, content filly
Moving from one's homeland, takes a vicious toll
The few lucky ones reach, thier often high set goals
Yet, The waves of home haunt my every move
But one can one do? To avoid his fate...
I cary on, my painted skin gleamed in the patches of sun that
lined up, in the trees as I passed by. Few equines even know me,
I know few equines. Content, tranquil are the qualities I wish to
obtain. But with each breath, I slip even further. Further away.
The mare carries her crania proud and high
Her nares flared as she hunts down the lie
Not to be fooled, she turns back around
Dashing onward, jumping to the mound
His own nostrils flickered as his mind replayed a moment.
When his dam, had told him this poem as when he was a lad.
She knew, very well how he would mature to see the vixen
As foolish, and stupid. But, the female knew much, much more
I stand here, the wind playing with my mane
Waiting even longer, I can almost taste the rain
'Tis fate, if the femme shows her dial to thee
For her mind, is wild, untamed and forever set free.
I stand, I wait. Not much else to say to myself. Only the femora may bring words to my lips.
I Need To Role Play! Post, Maybe Someone I Have Not Rped with In A While.