A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Friday, 02 November 2007
A dream to be moons' mortal kin,
In black of night to hide therein
The salt of tears, the shame of sin,
Lost as moonlight bathes the skin.
Whispered words on bated breath,
The dance to set with hidden depth,
Ease the soul with each new step,
We dance with life, to smile with death
To taste the silver, touch the blue
The soft caress of midnight hue
From sweetened kiss of heavens view
To wicked lure of hells debut
Celestia posted @ 16:14 -
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