by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Jan 29, 2012 4:23 pm
Allie smiled and walked away towards the woods. When she got far enough into the woods where no on could see her, she losened the straps on her backpack and morphed into her winged wolf wolf.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”