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Farrier log: January 5th, 2012 (Hooves)
Farrier log: January 5th, 2012
Last night was good for the first half of it. Lots of lovemaking, sitting by the
fire and smoking pot with Shannon. We fell asleep at around 1:00 AM. Once
again the phone rang at 3:00am, waking us both up. I picked up the phone and
told Shannon to go back to sleep, but she's the type to be weirded out by any
phone call at 3 am. It was Mr. Maitreya, he wanted to know why I came but never got the job done. I insisted I was sick this mourning and couldn't get out of bed. With a long eyrie silence, I swear I heard him whisper something along the lines of "little sinner"
into the phone just before he mentioned
Farrier Log: January 4th, 2012 (Hooves)
Farrier Log: January 4th 2012
Last night I received a business call at exactly 3:00 AM. It was somebody who found one
of my business cards in a chinese food restaurant. His name is Mr. Maitreya, what would strike
him to call so late is over my head. I was awake then anyway so I accepted the business call. You know how the winters are on the money, the feet stop growing and the coats get longer. Mr. Maitreya told me he had three horses, all draft studs. He named them after some horses in the bible. I'm not a religious man, myself so I paid it no second mind. I told him this was fine and I could be there in the mourning to meet the horses an
Next in lineSuns pass moons yet again
Ages go with every step
I always knew one day I'd see the sun
The fate I'd hate to see someone
Load their soul into the gun
Sadly she's the green eyed one
Plant the foot on the cracks of death
Raise your ropes, strength for rest
Close my eyes to see you suffer
Hold my hands to pull you in
Fingers of light, You'll burn with me tonight
Suns pass moons yet again
Our planets align with every step
Smooth skin on the stone
The knife raised high, your not alone
Your still pumping heart, your final moan
The white ring of blindness, a sacrifice
Invisible wallsThe castle stands before me
Lighting crashes round
Confidence strong, I draw my sword
A step forth, A step to remember
Dead in my tracks, a barrier I feel
Invisible walls, a sidesteps at task
Search for the path
Search for the way
Frozen in tracks
Shake the controller
Try the other buttons
My sword is now drawn
Jumping brings no pain
Shatter the Journey
Shatter my hope
This castle won't fall
At least not today.
Broken dreams held
Now I swing at my allies
Who just stepped in the way
Im sorry to hurt, the ones by my side
I just want control back
This castles my life.
A Druids PrayerWood, wind, and Water
Plants, Earth, and Life
Turn through turn again
Bring Beast and Man Forth
With bloodshed involved
With the circle of life
Keep bond between two
Keep together for death
Pulse through the lord
Foot to the paw
Pulse through the blood
Foot to the fin
Pulse through the breath
Foot to talon
Instincts face love
carry on through the trees
Breath on mother earth
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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