Making love to a m e m o r y

Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on September 25, 2015 at 06:17:54 PM by Macabre

"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."

The young mare looks surprisingly better than she's had in some time. The brief stint of solitude here has left her with too much time -- lots of blank space to allow her mind to worry, but also plenty of time to graze lazily. Her hips no longer protrude from her sides, nor is her fur sunken in along her spine. The mare's coat is thick from past seasons spent on Tinuvel, but its robust and healthy. To the average onlooker, Macabre looked fine. She looked OK. She seemed normal.

So when the appaloosa stallion approaches, she's not surprised by his casual nature. She stands still, watching him behind her nervous eyes. She doesn't need to ask him where Vaaco is. He clearly doesn't know and doesn't care, as he's moved in here. This makes the small mare study him more carefully, since his demeanor will dictate what her life will be like from now until who knows when.

Does it really matter who I am? She thinks, but knows better and bites her tongue. "Hello. I'm Macabre." She speaks clearly and politely. A thin flaxen tail flicks gently over her haunches. "I take it you're the new sheriff in town?" She says, surprised by her own playful nature. It's been too long since she's spoken to anyone but the birds in the trees. The mare is surprisingly uplifted by the thought of conversation. Though apprehensive, given she had no idea what this stranger's intentions were.

"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 6 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | � Vinyl

Replies:

Making love to a m e m o r y - By Macabre September 25, 2015 at 06:17:09 PM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 30, 2015 at 07:17:01 PM
  - Making love to a m e m o r y - By Macabre October 5, 2015 at 05:50:42 PM

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