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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on June 27, 2016 at 08:59:36 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."



She awoke to the sun's rays peeking through the dense canopy of a forest, the morning sun gently warming her chestnut coat. The mare blinked in quick succession, her wide and dark marbeled eyes scanning her relatively new surroundings. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming. It was one she had many times before, after she awoke in the Ridge the first time, having been stranded in a foreign territory during a storm. It seemed that even when she was asleep, Macabre's fitful mind was searching for ways for her to remedy a situation that had spun completely out of control.

But the mare wasn't dreaming this time. This was where she lived now.

The Ridge was quiet at this early morning hour. She focused on the distant chirps. High-pitched, tender calls streaking through the sky, the volume fading as the gang of ospreys took flight from the trees overhead. Macabre's chestnut lobes flicked forward and back, listening intently for the rustle of feathers in the birds' wide wingspan, for the blows of air that flapped back with each gentle thrust into flight. She needed her mind to stop working. She needed the trees and the earth around her to stop spinning.

She remained on the earth's floor for some time, just listening. The forest here didn't buzz with nearly the same activity as the jungle in Paradise. Her slender legs were folded and tucked neatly under her barrel, which rose and fell in gentle huffs with each passing breathe. The second she stood up she would start her first day as a Ridge inhabitant. She wasn't sure she was ready for that just yet.




"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




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