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Concrete Angel - Kaiode - 09-03-2017
KAIODE
RE: Concrete Angel - Diable Rouge - 09-03-2017
Diable Rouge
>Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. But we keep living anyway, we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me as died, then I'm willing to wait for it...
Kaiode. My boy. My heart and soul. I will never forget the short time we spent together. You have given me a purpose I have never felt in my life. I will never forgive myself for not being able to save you, I just hope you can forgive me. You loved with all your heart, despite the circumstances of your short life. Do not be afraid, my boy. I have loved you since the moment I met you...rest peacefully, for your death was not in vain...until we meet again, little miracle.
Kaiode. My boy. My heart and soul. I will never forget the short time we spent together. You have given me a purpose I have never felt in my life. I will never forgive myself for not being able to save you, I just hope you can forgive me. You loved with all your heart, despite the circumstances of your short life. Do not be afraid, my boy. I have loved you since the moment I met you...rest peacefully, for your death was not in vain...until we meet again, little miracle.
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
RE: Concrete Angel - Jah-Lilah - 09-05-2017
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
Christopher Robin and I walked alone...
The red mare had found the boy's broken body as she meandered through Beqanna, pondering the new downfall of Taiga. She didn't understand it, life so young snatched so quickly, but it wasn't her job to decipher the ways of the Earth-Mother anymore. She didn't know the boy, but she'd seen his story unfold, and she'd seen him around, trailing behind a strange one-eyed strawberry stallion. She remembered the day his mother had cast him out, and it made her furious. She held her tongue though, and allowed things to unfold the way they were supposed to.
She pulled his sad little dark body up and drew a circle around it. She folded his legs neatly as if he was only sleeping in the sun that day, making sure his eyes were closed. She cleaned the seaweed and debris from his baby coat and spread his little tail behind him. She stepped back and looked, making sure he was positioned right. She then took a knee, bowing her head until her nose touched the sand, saying a prayer for the child, helping him find his way to the other side. She rose, shaking herself. She kisses the child on the forehead, then sighs, making her way back to the living.
...Under branches lit up by the moon.
The red mare had found the boy's broken body as she meandered through Beqanna, pondering the new downfall of Taiga. She didn't understand it, life so young snatched so quickly, but it wasn't her job to decipher the ways of the Earth-Mother anymore. She didn't know the boy, but she'd seen his story unfold, and she'd seen him around, trailing behind a strange one-eyed strawberry stallion. She remembered the day his mother had cast him out, and it made her furious. She held her tongue though, and allowed things to unfold the way they were supposed to.
She pulled his sad little dark body up and drew a circle around it. She folded his legs neatly as if he was only sleeping in the sun that day, making sure his eyes were closed. She cleaned the seaweed and debris from his baby coat and spread his little tail behind him. She stepped back and looked, making sure he was positioned right. She then took a knee, bowing her head until her nose touched the sand, saying a prayer for the child, helping him find his way to the other side. She rose, shaking herself. She kisses the child on the forehead, then sighs, making her way back to the living.
...Under branches lit up by the moon.