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Lightning smokes on the hillrise
Brought the man with the warning light
Shouting loud "you had better fly"
While the darkness can help you hide
Trouble's comin' without control
No one's stayin' that's got a hope
Hurricane at the very least
In the words of the gypsy queen .
[*]April Wine [Sign of the Gypsy Queen]
Swift and silent as the owls he turns into the stormy darkness and moves from the area. The terrible anger of the storm he has called mounts, echoing on its diverse currents the words he has left behind. Exhausted and drained of health, he allows the winds to support his movement until he comes to the place where he will rest. Sitting on the cold stone, he leans back against the wall of the niche in the cliff face and breathes deeply, savoring the stormy bursts of air that streak into this place. It is difficult now even to stretch his fingers and it will take days before these burns leave his hands. On his way to this place, the winds bore to his ears the echoed and bellicose shouting of a paladin’s challenge to the One that Mods. The fool still believes that powerful toys and armies of mighty allies can defeat this Larry. How arrogant in his cowardice and stupidity! Afraid to risk his own life, he will lead others to be slaughtered ...... His eyes flash with the heat of remembered anger and his body tenses. the pain of even this small movement surprises him. Speaking of foolishness, he smiles to himself. If I am right, it is movement and not power that shall be decisive. And at present I am the one barely able to move. He looks once more around his shelter – its protections are in place and it is time to rest. Exhaustion claims him and his cloak stretches itself protectively around his body.
[ 04-08-2002, 03:52 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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