The March at RestWar! A black host marched forth in the summer night.Black swords and spears, row upon row advanced under a gray charged sky. A symbol, a standard, the white flame raged above them with glory and madness. Their stomping feet and hooves kicked up a brilliant silver dust. It swirled, glistening within their midst, a phosphorescent fog... ...and a high-pitched howling din rung in the wavering air. Peace! The reflection. Still Cedar trees stood in silent wisdom. The black silhouette traced a craggy line in the gray sky. The air was bursting with the glow of moonbeams. A radiant sphere poised above it all, a swollen lamp ablaze with a quiet fire... ...And the crickets sang to the flowing waters. |
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 10-08-08 12:44 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 10-08-08 12:44 PM