Love these pictures.
I need to find somthing new to put on here,
By BlackHare 2006
The Healer,
Feeling my life slip through the wounds covering the frosted barren earth rising with the steam.
The pain is so raw and open and Knowing the battle of living has now ended.
Never letting life bring me to my knees it now has me in its merciless and unforgiving grasp only wanting life and nothing more.
Never seeing the face of happiness and now leaving without being a witness to such a blessed privilege.
No longer being able to keep my eyes open. Yet having no reason to do so.
Then in the mists of leaving this place a sweet smell passes by me and silk strains brush upon my cheek I feel a warm breath cross my face, believing it will only be the face of death taunting me once more. A soft voice spoke out drowning out all the noise of the clashing swords and brave men making there last stand "you will live to see another day, Rest"
I open my eyes with the very little life I have,.
Standing above me I see the face of peace, Soft innocent uncorrupted face yet with years of knowledge in her eyes. Markings from paint on her face. The symbols of a healer. Finely not able to stay awake any longer the blackness covers me once more.
Dancing around flailing my arms into the sky calling to the gods in chants.
Further into the trance I go,
Further into my soul I sour,
My body blushes from the furry of the flames kiss, The waves of the drums pounding, surging into my body.
I howl at the moon like a crazed wolf and become lost in all the power.
Hours and hours pass and my body feels the affects but not my soul.
It keeps going. No longer apart of the skin the drumming stops before I reach the high
Slamming me back down to the earth like A bird shot from the sky.
By Roxanne 12/15/06
Drunk rants
10:52 pm
Waning moon (
