Tempest's Equinox

Posts : 7 Join date : 2008-10-11

Prime Meridian
I am painted
Tell me i am not painted onyx or Ebon,Nor a Moon Washed Gray.I am not dappled over with dazzling spots.I am not a dainty, ghostly Cremello or the bright golden of Palomino.I am not the same old Russet color.I am not Flame kissed,Or a dull Yellow flaxen coloring.But, my mystery canvas is the Pure light within a mourning spirit.I am the color of death's soul.I am the color of the pale face of a sick mongrel dog.I am the color of a frightened child, or Little light that burns through a window.I am White. White, the pure coloring of a Star's glow.The blanket of snow crystals that covers the earth with the dark frozen season,Winter.The color that fades when dark clouds rouse from the west.The lack of health in a child,Skin pale, frail and white|White|.
Cut me, and blood Will Spill&&Andalusian
I stand&&16.4 Hands
I belong in&&Darkness
Blessed a&&Gladiator
Eye Color&&Ebony
My Past&&Is devastating, and will not be Spoken.
I have Fallen&&7 Times
Other&&
My optics are Brown, and looks as if i were crying Into a Ghost's Form.My Banners are long and wispy, and the color of my canvas.
My Picture is&&
My Song to Represent me and my Personality is&&:

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