The grass swayed lightly in the wind's soft breath. The moon illuminated the deserted plain brighter than the sun ever could, bathing the ground, and water with a pale yellow. The lake outstretched like an ocean, arms in every direction, grabbing at the moon to drown it, with long, deft fingers.
The field outstretched, bending at the horizon, to form the world. The grass, stretching upwards to reach for whatever sunlight ithey could catched, spread over the once, dirt covered ground.
Watching time in fast forward, was Fate, standing waist deep in grass. Hair flowing backwards, embracing the wind, and glossy marble eyes staring forward, unblinking and unmoving. A smile graced the lips of Fate, watching the world start over.
Again and Again, from her perch in the field.
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Sun Feb 04, 2007 @ 06:21am · 0 Comments |
