Post by Black_Rider on Oct 22, 2008 18:08:23 GMT -6
Night air chilled upon the coldest of winds. No dust stirred the trees how they whisper. Stars shone brightly, oh its the second star to the right. A shape moves solitary and lonely it moves threw the darkness. A rider rides upon a tall black horse. Moonlight glinting off the armored stallion. A black cloak bellowing behind in the wind. Oh though the stallion is running, running..no dust moves. As if they are just a trick of your eyes. Bright red eyes stare at you from the darkness. Run child run, run far run fast, don't you dare look back. Fear the pounding of your heart might give you away. Fear the redness of the stallions gaze. Fear the stillness which grips at your throat. Fear the rider fear the death that fast approaches. Hooves make no sound as they thunder over the ground. Cold wind bites at you encroaching its deadly grip. Stilling the pounding of your heart, holding you fast in it's deadly grip. hsss.hsss! The silent hiss of a sword as it slides against it's sheath. Cold pale moonlight catches the silver of a long sword. Glinting threantingly in the moonlight, looming over you. Like a cobra ready to strike. Cold steal meets soft flesh, like a hot knife cutting butter. Blood spurts into the cold night air. Running hot and steaky over the silver blade now tainted with warm,fresh,sticky blood. A head tumbles to the ground, as the black stallion in its silver armor, thunders past. Headless the body stands, as it finaly falls. Creating a thud as it tumbels to the ground. A river of blood hot and sticky running over the dusty open road.From the gaping wound of the headless man. Pale moonlight, second star to the right, do you belevie in magic?
Far away far away, a stallion with red eyes slows to a walk. Hot breath steaming in the cold air. Thin sheen of sweat over its body. It's work has been swift and terrible this night. The black cloak of its rider laying over its hindquarts and flanks, as it walks on at its own pace. If you belevie just close your eyes, and think of all the wonderful thoughts that arise. Think of all the fearful thoughts that arise. And maby if you dream it just right, your toes may be over the tree tops tonight. For the magic is in you is in me.Brilliant blue eyes, looked out from the hooded cloak. Unseen as they are to those who look or can see him. The stallions mane swayed with the breeze. A black tail swished in the night, hooves moved soundless over the ground. Leaving no prints behind to tell the tell they have wrought this night. The rider looked up at the pale moon light, then to the second star to the right. Cloudly the night may be the pale light of the moon pierced bodly threw. Stars were covered and some seemed to be dashed away. The second star to the right of the moon, is never covered by a cloud. It glowed bodly and brilliantely despite the cloudly night. " I remember Natsue." the words whispered softly in the night air. Sameing to linger there, as if by some unseen force before flowing past on the wind. As pale moonlight lighted both rider and stallion. So the night that past on with deaths that were not forgotten. Dare not think of the danger that lurks, for in the darkness he lurks.
Two nights that passed, chilling fear to the bone of those who have done wrong. Yet not all crimes were known. For the deaths where never close to the kingdom. The BlackRider is not know as the Prince. The Prince had left thousands of years ago. Yet still the kingdom awaits the return of the king. Danger lurks upon the wind, yet solemn it is. No dust stirred this night either. A rider in a black cloak, rode upon a tall black stallion. Soundlessly and unseen they moved among the late night goers. A stallion pranced reared up high, turning the boy to its side. Red eyes gleamed a cloak bellowed i the wind. Stallions mouth open wide, showing a darkness a void. White teeth flashed, hooves tucked close to the body. The stallion screamed his hooves lashed at the air. Tossing his head oh the scream that came from his throat. Unearthly chilling no words can describe the fear. That the stallions scream wrought over the boy, and anyone in range to hear. The sound carried down wind freezing people in there tracks. As they look for the source that no one but the boy can see. Tearing and striking and death lurked near. Fear gripped the boys throat, he screamed he screamed, no sound came out. A rider upon the stallions back, looked to him. Hooded and cloaked the boy felt the grip of death at his throat. He screamed how he screamed pity it was that no sound could come. Unable to look away unable to blink. From the rearing stallion, to the large hooves striking the air. The menancing scream, the promise of death gripping him tight, to the motionless rider that looked down at him. Hooves planted down on the earth, the terrible sound stopped. Hot breath steamed the air the stallion flicked its ear. Head held high, the rider dismounted. Walking to the boy with one hand he pushed the hood back. Beautiful blue eyes looked into the green of the boys. A calming hand upon the boys shoulder, promising him he was safe. Memory...it flashed threw the young boys mind, he had heard the tales, seen the old pictures on fairth. " Prince Sumaru YOUR BACK!" the boy said filled with glee. " No child i'm not back someday i will be " Shadow said in, a tone so gentle so kind it could not be so. " Why not Prince why did you leave?" two questions crossed the boys lips. Sad blue eyes looked into the hopeful green eyes. " Do not fear for if you do, look to the moon, second star to the right. Do not fear child for someday i shall return " Shadow said softly. " But Prince we need you now, you've been gone so long. " The boy said with a tear choked voice. Shadow turned he looked back, " If you need me call me, i'll come don't worry, i'm never truly gone. " His words were gentle and kind. He mounted the large black horse. The west wind moved the boy whispered " I'll remember you when the west wind moves. " the boy with tear filled eyes said " MOMMIE MOMMIE I SAW THE PRINCE!" heads turned at the boys word, hopeful as they looked about. A shadow was seen moving down the rode, hearts leaped but then it was gone.
Months later someone sang as they walked down the trails. "I can finally see it,Now I have to believe;All those precious stories.All the world is made of faith,And trust,And pixie dust.So I'll try,'Cause I finally believe.I'll try,'Cause I can see what you see.I'll try.I'll try-To fly." as the voice ended the person gasped. The shadows had moved in the shape of a black horse and a rider. Someone near by whispered " Do you belevie in Magic?"
Near the river a few days later early morning air, filled the land. As a black stallion grazed not far from a figure cloaked in black and leaning against a tree. A moon hung over head, as the gray light of dawn started to show. The water made its soft sounds, as it moved threw the cut in the earth. That formed its path and showed it were to go. Chills on the wind where still there, from the night where the it was as cold as a witch's kiss. Blackness of the stallion moved in and out of the riders line of sight. Swishing its tail at it grazed upon the grass. Mountains they could be cold but what would you expect. 'Carrie Look to the second star on the right, if you wish to speak to me or come to me ' his words would come from no where in her mind. ' or i can come to you ' it was faint the after thought, faint as they always are. He had been gone awhile brief vist's he has made. Yet where he has been he never did say.
However as the night past in its slow rythm. Shadow shifted by the tree as he got up, planning on leaving this time again. Walk upstream silent hooves echoing his silent footsteps. Remembering the sound of the wind, the coldness of the mountain tops. Blinking for a moment his blue e yes, may seem a bit dazed and unfoucsed. Can he really come back, how long will this last? Words past threw his mind ' Chains and Souls, you walk the forever night '. Odd how those words could not be put to the voice of a person. Perhaps it had not been a person. No matter however the cold winter wind blew past him. " Come StoneImage, we shall go back " with those words. Darkness sournded the stallion and rider. Suffacting the darkness felt falling, falling threw threw things that try to stop you. Then there where back in the park. No one saw for he placed them far enough out of sight. Likely as usual it was dumb luck. Shadow stopped ahead he saw lights that, he should not be able to by all standards. The large stallion followed as his rider, unexpectdly began to walk off. A cloudless night, cold as a witch's kiss. A bonfire burned danced and showed off all its splendid beauty. Stars shone with there cold warmth above. The moon rejoiced in all its beauty. A listless wind hushed the world with its silent momentums. Stories were told and laughter rang, children played and mothers scolded. All despite the unnatural coldness of the world around them. Perhaps they could not feel it perhaps, they did not understand the presence of the past. Is near it never really goes away. Just as one can never truly come back. His soul can not forget will not move on with ease. Perhaps it never will. Chained his soul is for he is the one that walks the forever night. Moving calmly closer to the crowd, his tall stallion stayed near the lines. Invisible to them this appeared to be a party. Perhaps it had been mentioned to him, for he remembered someone faintly mentioning this. He shall see he stood calmly on the edge out of the light of the fire. If Carrie is here it may startle her to see him. For what she belevied to have happened, was not so much true. But part of the many moonlit nights. She had helped him only on part one, he was back able to move now. To leave his tomb behind, that was only part one. He is back but not alive that will take time for can one of the living befriend one of the dead. Her memory of him would be erased and had been already, but not entirely. Still she will have a memory of knowing him, faint memories of what had happened. Yet they can not fully recalled.
Far away far away, a stallion with red eyes slows to a walk. Hot breath steaming in the cold air. Thin sheen of sweat over its body. It's work has been swift and terrible this night. The black cloak of its rider laying over its hindquarts and flanks, as it walks on at its own pace. If you belevie just close your eyes, and think of all the wonderful thoughts that arise. Think of all the fearful thoughts that arise. And maby if you dream it just right, your toes may be over the tree tops tonight. For the magic is in you is in me.Brilliant blue eyes, looked out from the hooded cloak. Unseen as they are to those who look or can see him. The stallions mane swayed with the breeze. A black tail swished in the night, hooves moved soundless over the ground. Leaving no prints behind to tell the tell they have wrought this night. The rider looked up at the pale moon light, then to the second star to the right. Cloudly the night may be the pale light of the moon pierced bodly threw. Stars were covered and some seemed to be dashed away. The second star to the right of the moon, is never covered by a cloud. It glowed bodly and brilliantely despite the cloudly night. " I remember Natsue." the words whispered softly in the night air. Sameing to linger there, as if by some unseen force before flowing past on the wind. As pale moonlight lighted both rider and stallion. So the night that past on with deaths that were not forgotten. Dare not think of the danger that lurks, for in the darkness he lurks.
Two nights that passed, chilling fear to the bone of those who have done wrong. Yet not all crimes were known. For the deaths where never close to the kingdom. The BlackRider is not know as the Prince. The Prince had left thousands of years ago. Yet still the kingdom awaits the return of the king. Danger lurks upon the wind, yet solemn it is. No dust stirred this night either. A rider in a black cloak, rode upon a tall black stallion. Soundlessly and unseen they moved among the late night goers. A stallion pranced reared up high, turning the boy to its side. Red eyes gleamed a cloak bellowed i the wind. Stallions mouth open wide, showing a darkness a void. White teeth flashed, hooves tucked close to the body. The stallion screamed his hooves lashed at the air. Tossing his head oh the scream that came from his throat. Unearthly chilling no words can describe the fear. That the stallions scream wrought over the boy, and anyone in range to hear. The sound carried down wind freezing people in there tracks. As they look for the source that no one but the boy can see. Tearing and striking and death lurked near. Fear gripped the boys throat, he screamed he screamed, no sound came out. A rider upon the stallions back, looked to him. Hooded and cloaked the boy felt the grip of death at his throat. He screamed how he screamed pity it was that no sound could come. Unable to look away unable to blink. From the rearing stallion, to the large hooves striking the air. The menancing scream, the promise of death gripping him tight, to the motionless rider that looked down at him. Hooves planted down on the earth, the terrible sound stopped. Hot breath steamed the air the stallion flicked its ear. Head held high, the rider dismounted. Walking to the boy with one hand he pushed the hood back. Beautiful blue eyes looked into the green of the boys. A calming hand upon the boys shoulder, promising him he was safe. Memory...it flashed threw the young boys mind, he had heard the tales, seen the old pictures on fairth. " Prince Sumaru YOUR BACK!" the boy said filled with glee. " No child i'm not back someday i will be " Shadow said in, a tone so gentle so kind it could not be so. " Why not Prince why did you leave?" two questions crossed the boys lips. Sad blue eyes looked into the hopeful green eyes. " Do not fear for if you do, look to the moon, second star to the right. Do not fear child for someday i shall return " Shadow said softly. " But Prince we need you now, you've been gone so long. " The boy said with a tear choked voice. Shadow turned he looked back, " If you need me call me, i'll come don't worry, i'm never truly gone. " His words were gentle and kind. He mounted the large black horse. The west wind moved the boy whispered " I'll remember you when the west wind moves. " the boy with tear filled eyes said " MOMMIE MOMMIE I SAW THE PRINCE!" heads turned at the boys word, hopeful as they looked about. A shadow was seen moving down the rode, hearts leaped but then it was gone.
Months later someone sang as they walked down the trails. "I can finally see it,Now I have to believe;All those precious stories.All the world is made of faith,And trust,And pixie dust.So I'll try,'Cause I finally believe.I'll try,'Cause I can see what you see.I'll try.I'll try-To fly." as the voice ended the person gasped. The shadows had moved in the shape of a black horse and a rider. Someone near by whispered " Do you belevie in Magic?"
Near the river a few days later early morning air, filled the land. As a black stallion grazed not far from a figure cloaked in black and leaning against a tree. A moon hung over head, as the gray light of dawn started to show. The water made its soft sounds, as it moved threw the cut in the earth. That formed its path and showed it were to go. Chills on the wind where still there, from the night where the it was as cold as a witch's kiss. Blackness of the stallion moved in and out of the riders line of sight. Swishing its tail at it grazed upon the grass. Mountains they could be cold but what would you expect. 'Carrie Look to the second star on the right, if you wish to speak to me or come to me ' his words would come from no where in her mind. ' or i can come to you ' it was faint the after thought, faint as they always are. He had been gone awhile brief vist's he has made. Yet where he has been he never did say.
However as the night past in its slow rythm. Shadow shifted by the tree as he got up, planning on leaving this time again. Walk upstream silent hooves echoing his silent footsteps. Remembering the sound of the wind, the coldness of the mountain tops. Blinking for a moment his blue e yes, may seem a bit dazed and unfoucsed. Can he really come back, how long will this last? Words past threw his mind ' Chains and Souls, you walk the forever night '. Odd how those words could not be put to the voice of a person. Perhaps it had not been a person. No matter however the cold winter wind blew past him. " Come StoneImage, we shall go back " with those words. Darkness sournded the stallion and rider. Suffacting the darkness felt falling, falling threw threw things that try to stop you. Then there where back in the park. No one saw for he placed them far enough out of sight. Likely as usual it was dumb luck. Shadow stopped ahead he saw lights that, he should not be able to by all standards. The large stallion followed as his rider, unexpectdly began to walk off. A cloudless night, cold as a witch's kiss. A bonfire burned danced and showed off all its splendid beauty. Stars shone with there cold warmth above. The moon rejoiced in all its beauty. A listless wind hushed the world with its silent momentums. Stories were told and laughter rang, children played and mothers scolded. All despite the unnatural coldness of the world around them. Perhaps they could not feel it perhaps, they did not understand the presence of the past. Is near it never really goes away. Just as one can never truly come back. His soul can not forget will not move on with ease. Perhaps it never will. Chained his soul is for he is the one that walks the forever night. Moving calmly closer to the crowd, his tall stallion stayed near the lines. Invisible to them this appeared to be a party. Perhaps it had been mentioned to him, for he remembered someone faintly mentioning this. He shall see he stood calmly on the edge out of the light of the fire. If Carrie is here it may startle her to see him. For what she belevied to have happened, was not so much true. But part of the many moonlit nights. She had helped him only on part one, he was back able to move now. To leave his tomb behind, that was only part one. He is back but not alive that will take time for can one of the living befriend one of the dead. Her memory of him would be erased and had been already, but not entirely. Still she will have a memory of knowing him, faint memories of what had happened. Yet they can not fully recalled.