jonathan_wolfe Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 [Quartz Bell] Cave Dark, always dark Chanting, soprano, panting, rythmic... melodious white, twisting... what is it? Otherworldly Revealed Pale, gazing... vengful? judgemental? rather, truth seeking... after me... plunging... Darkness, again. Swimming, swirling... treading... deep, can't breath ledge salvation. Struggling back, towards the light, her face I see now... I see her.... Sadness. Humiliation. Despair. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rune Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 Rune scampers into the room just in time to hear the last part of poem. After the crowd has cleared she walks up to Mister Wolfe and tugs on his pant leg. 'Cuse me Sir. Could you please read your poem to me? Jonathan Wolfe looks around a bit confused but figures why not. He rambles off his poem to the child who sits wide eyed.. attempting to understand the symbolism and deep thought put into the poem. After he is done, he glances at her waiting for her response, perhaps wanting some reassurance or even some acknowledgement for his hard work. Its good! She squeaks. Really good! Hoping down from the chair she was perched on for the recital she grins and half runs, half skips out of the room. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vlad Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 This definetly tugs at emotional strings... Keep it up Jonathan! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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