Post by Hazel on May 23, 2006 14:59:06 GMT -5
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down
.Sunkissed bodice thundered firth into the hell bound lands, barren of life, empty, silent. He snorted, breaking all the rules of the forgotten lands. He spoiled the peace of the dark land just by standing, so still, yet so lively. Glazed orbs shifted slowly over the hills, the murk waters, the filth that imhabited the swamp lands. It was a wretch, nothing more useful than a filly for a foal. Twisted serpentine raised towards the clouds. None lived in the realms of lies so farl and he was determined to become the king. He rared, talons slashing the skies with a fury, the force knocking the wind from the earth grasp. He landed, the thud echoing througout the woodlands that surrounding the glade in which the shire brute stood. He snorted once more, happy with these lands. Hell bound lands to home his good for nothing mares....when he captured them, that is.
.The brutes curse was Flacon, master of the skies and, not, master of the Lies. Blood hued bulk moved steadily around on the spot, facing the opposite side of the realm. Orbs shifted over the heavy dew lingering across the stream. Stream emitted flared nasils as he stepped blankly towards it, crest lowered as he sipped at its depths. It was sour tasting and caused the beast to grimace, but he would soon be used to the waste waters of the lands. His mares, however, would not. Audes pricking high upon arched crest, the brute turned once more to wander through his lands and explore the realm in it true being.
.Feathered pillars stumbled over dry grasses, deprived of sunlight for quite some time. Trees overhung with heavy branches, littered with tangled carcasses, the remains of many small creatures caught within the great okas grasp. Sblack personing, the dark bastard picked up speed, gently sloping downwards as the geo shifted. He was soon at a steady trot, out of the sullen forests and into a large, grassy clearing. Finaly, he had discovered food. He slowed until he was heaving in a steady spot, crest lowered as the demon began to graze. The grass, too, was slightly sour, polluted by the two-legged strangers machinery. He snorted, winds brushing past the seemingly sweet fields, and he turned, entering the doomed lands once more. They were his, he was king. And noone would change it, not for the world. And if they did, they would surly regret it. For why recive wounds from aheavy shire bulk when what your fighting for is mere trash and wasteland? A laugh shook his metal frame, chest heaving rapidly. His mane was tossed whilst whipchord attacked his witheres. If they came, they would be entered hell. The lords fables Hell Bound lands and viewing the Devil himself.
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Is it truly hell I see within?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But we're hellbound, we're goin' down.
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Is it truly hell I see within?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But we're hellbound, we're goin' down.
