The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
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Posted on May 31, 2011 at 01:02:01 PM by The Ripper
Palomino prance. Head toss, twist turn buck. The mare moved with an arrogant grace among the dead, stopping by a pair of folded dead sisters. She was not heartless, this shattered her. Shook her from the inside out. Twisted her gut until it was dry and sore. They died together. She lay her body before them, crying all the while. They were young, and still had a life to live. Laying her golden lips upon each of thier head he shouted at the sky. "Take me! Give them back!" The sky did some of what it was told, took her. As she lay, dying, her last wish was not granted. Stupid death.
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