Oddly enough this is an anniversary for me too... but it's…

I opened my eyes, looking around at this dismal reality i had entered. with a grim smile, i looked at the person across from me. flowing streams of smoke were continuously enveloping us. all at once everything grew as black as night and gradually stars began to blink on in the far distance. a full moon appeared above our heads, casting a flood of light upon my host and me. as strange as all this was, none of it phased me. i had been here before. it had been a while since i had talked to Fate, but the person sitting across from me was no friend of mine. i hadn't come to complain, i hadn't come to whine. i had simply come to offer a challenge, a simple wager between equals. i had no idea how it would turn out but i had set my mind to what i was going to do. after what had seemed like an eternity, Fate looked at me and, in a voice which reverberated around me seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, said,"Long time no see. Might i inquire as to why you have sought me out?" i looked deep into Fate's empty eyes and said as menacingly as i could, "Do your worst..." So he did..... R.I.P Erika...

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Friday, August 04, 2006

Oddly enough this is an anniversary for me too... but it's not the day the angel was discovered... it's the day the angel fell and the darkness rose...

i will be refraining from almost all contact today... its my choice... deal with it as u please... i don't care what you think... no one deserves this more in my eyes...

I stand disheveled, clothed as the night;
Surrounded, yet completely alone.
I stand, silent, like those who trudge before me,
And those who lurk behind.
Yet, look! I bear no manacles, no chains.
This prison was my own chosen destination,
And I shall bear its tortures at my own expense.
The organ moans its melancholy melodies;
Yet I am deaf to others’ agony.
The dirges and the cries of mourning
Are suppressed beneath the thumping,
Thumping of my heart inside my tortured skull:
A pounding war drum, sending forth
My army of emotion toward a battle
Too soon lost.
I move on, each step hindered as I meander
Through this sea of despair.
I approach this wooden crate,
A chest, in which I knew was laid
A treasure of innumerable value:
Hair of silk, golden skin,
Ruby lips, and amber eyes.
I arrive, but not prepared.
For lo! The silk is but rough,
The rubies stolen; the gold hath lost its luster.
I blink away the blurriness.
I lean down, taking your hand in mine,
And in that brief moment,
Among the clouds of pain and sadness,
A light shines through.

sorry bout the poetry phil... felt necessary...

River: Storm's getting worse...
Mal: We'll pass through it soon enough.

>_<

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