Post by utterdrknss on Mar 21, 2009 18:31:16 GMT -5
Poison Ivy
A springtime sun shown down,
Warming the maiden as she moved below,
Weaving in between the trees.
It was warmer out,
Now that the harsh winter was over.
There was barely any snow left,
All the emeralds exposing themselves to the world.
Flowers popped up here and there,
Reminding her that there is life,
Even after the coldest of times.
She carried her head high,
Moving with the grace of an Arabian.
Banner streamed behind her,
It's charcoal surface matching her mane.
Her ashened bod was short and long,
Darkening down her stilts.
Her stomach gave her a slight rumble,
Warning her of the low fuel she was running on.
She needed food,
But the grass was pitiful here,
And there may be another one in need of it,
More then her.
So she continued,
Increasing her speed,
Pushing herself faster and harder.
Scyths struck earth,
Grabbing for any purchase.
Her body screamed in agony,
Though she didn't slow.
Faster and faster she went.
Over the emerald fields,
Through the teal rivers.
Thoughts raced through her mind,
Moving faster then her own pillars carried her.
She ran with them,
Needing to be rid of them.
Spring was here,
And that meant one thing.
Foals...
When exhaustion had overcame her,
She slowed,
Realizing that even in her fit,
To rid herself of the evils,
She had failed.
She was in heat,
Lost in a world of unknown,
Starving like a pack of wolves,
And yet at ease.
With a toss of her cranium,
And a flicker of her banner,
She released her scent to the world.
If she must go through this,
She would go through it having fun.
She was a temptress,
A devil in disguise,
Looking for her next target....