Silver Cove
Here damp, grassy hills surround a small pool of water; the lush verdure paves the ground until a short cliff gives way to a ring of small, smooth stones that have been pounded by waves until they became the glassy obsidian pebbles they now are. Beyond the stones, a narrow stretch of sand glides into the water- it is here, in the rippling surf, that the land earns its name. In the dark of night, the moon flashes over the shivering grass and rests in the cove: by some chance or fate, the cove is shaped so that the gossamer rays of moonlight are retained, somehow, in the sea and until dawn breaks the cove is alive with silver luminescence.
When Hell is Full The Dead Walk the earth
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Posted on May 4, 2007 at 12:11:12 PM by MONROEVILLE
But there's no room in this hell
Theres no room in the next
Monroeville was born to a sight of blackness,no do not fret she wa snot blind,but the first sight was that of her mother, the sleek black of her pelt and then those deep brown eyes filled with a venom and grit determination that the child would never forget.
Black as her mother was my Monroeville and not just in appearence although pain held no excitment for the daughter of Black Parade, she wa sborn first, the first of the loins of the new Black Parade, the dark, the twisted the detatched, she would even give hell to all those older than her except her mother or her father.
She hears those words and she remebers them and as her mother turns to leave Monroeville says in deep menancing tones already established, the posion in her blood evidently something she could not escape.
" I should not fear the world, the world should fear me." Monroeville smirked smugly as her mother did the same before leaving her ther ein the grass to stand up on her own. FIrst time ucess rate, there she stood pretty as her mother and with the same black soul. So there she stands and waits for her father. Game. Set. Match.
But does anyone notice
There's a corpse in this bed
Black Parade x Kelpie
Cursed a filly
Born to two shattered souls
dwells in the shadows of The Silver Cove
Whent there's no room in hell
The dead will walk the earth
Grandaughter of A Gunsmoke Of War and Dargon
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