Post by maybaby40 on Jun 11, 2006 21:36:59 GMT -5
I'm not the onee you think I am...
Golden Chestnut fae waltzed along the creek neath the dead cherry trees. Stopping for a drink at dark pool she lowered her tiara to the cobalt aqua. Kissers arose with clinging dew drops. She froze angular nares flared and auds flick'ring. Did she hear the snap of dead branches or was it her imagination?
My heart feels every word...
For she was a whimsical creature with a heart of air and fire. Her thoughts blew like the cherry blossoms in the wind and her temper banked and flared randomly. She hoped for many things and dismissed them the next. Her Dam had scorned her. Her sire had ignored her. For she was a Crime of Passion.
For I'm a crime of passion.