"Our gods are sleeping," she murmured tenderly. "Our paradise is lost."

[stevie_nicks]

Under the iced moon, the dreaming river is lost in scented rivulets of internal magnetism. Among the dark trees on shore a woman holds a broken mirror, the image of her weeping child peering out from within the mirror's depths. Two voices can be heard whispering in the cold wind. They speak of the silver moons that inhabit the endless black sky,

Comments

[jo_sclub]

::happy sigh::

[kariwuhrer]

*worships the ground she walks on and the air she breathes*

[workman]

My jaw is on the floor. There aren't enough adjectives in the English dictionary to express how amazing you are.

[robtakac]

Your words paint such beautiful pictures. Thank you.