Monday, February 06, 2006

. the raven .

... and with the hum of the tungston stars you shall know that the worst has evolved. never in time has truth been so tangled. the night will be long and the sun will hide in fear. ..

she crumpled up the news paper and let it gather its wings. what do they know!
her whisps of hair danced on the winds advances. she lowered the hood of her cloak down and perched looking out at the old belfry theatre. the leaves danced in the amber glow of the streetlamps and she could taste the beginnings of rain on the air. enough of this.
confidence, truth, belief, defender of mankind...

was it all a lie?

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