||[Jun. 9th, 2005|09:29 am]
beauty is poetry
|||||I Want To Tell You//The Beatles||]|
Ok, here's a bit of the story that I have unconciously written. Have fun!
She lay on the hard forest ground, small pebbles digging into her rib cage. The wound in her side, now a ghaslty purple with infection, ached with a terrible pain. The bay whinnied and nudged at it's master, who groaned as she lifted a hand to calm the horse. Tears streamed down her mud splattered face, making trails of water through the dirt. Black hooves pulled up dirt as they raced through the dense forest. He pulled the stallion to a stop as he saw her there on the ground. Jumping steadily off of the white horse's back, he landed softly beside her on the lush greens. Placing her head between his hands, he whispered words of comfort to her as he quietly wept. He felt the last of the warmth draining out of her hands which he tried so desperately to regain. Seeing that there was nothing more that he could do, he gathered the broken body in his arms and held her close to him, hoping and praying for a miracle. The clouds above the tall oak trees gathered and darkened. Soon there was a steady rainfall. The thunder mixed with his cries of sorrow and pain as it rolled through the heavens. She was gone.