[MoonfallTheFox]

Skies rage in ruined violence
To my heart you held the key
When you broke it open
You fell in love with me

And now the night is broken
With blood upon the clouds
I've only ten more days
To run away

Ticktockticktock
To escape forever

Ropes lit afire
Burning crost your rump
You've pulled and strained for miles; yet you never give up
You left my body hanging

Strung by its shattered hand
Outstretched in final honour
Never forget to make a stand.

Comments and critiques desired, please. The horse is my own, my beautiful boy Sterling Silver.

(c) Kinsey E/Fall From Grace, 2010. Poem and art.

[canter]

That is possibly THE BEST poem ever! Mind if I put it in my siggy? (I will put credit for you) I also LOVE the art! Awsome job! XD

[MoonfallTheFox]

Sure, although I am going to use it in my own siggy. xD Just credit please.

It's about Sterling.


Oh, and thank you. I will write a poem for you if you like I just need a subject, and maybe payment. (I am considering opening a shop.)

[canter]

I don't think I have any valuable payment...

[MoonfallTheFox]

Why don't you PM the subject? If it's sad it's easier for me and will turn out better. and I don't need payed, I love writing.

[canter]

Sweet! I'll P.M. you.... YAY

[Raiyacat]

is that somone being hung in the bracround?

[MoonfallTheFox]

Yeah- that's the "strung by it's shattered hand"


The girl hung herself to save him, and he's being drug away while her body rots into a corpse eternally stuck in that postition. I left out most of the etail and gore.

[Raiyacat]

Yeah- that's the "strung by it's shattered hand"


The girl hung herself to save him, and he's being drug away while her body rots into a corpse eternally stuck in that postition. I left out most of the etail and gore.

cool

[MoonfallTheFox]

Yeah ^^

Depressing.