Monday, 4 November 2013

They Danced Under A Confusion...

They danced under a confusion of dark night clouds, their dresses gleaming with harsh moonlight. They were brought here to the grave, their slender arms no match against the shackles, the marble cross was bare white and stark against the towering trees. They danced with their hearts in their feet, beating out a wild cry to the dry bones.

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