Aug. 27th, 2002

Dream.

Aug. 27th, 2002 11:07 am
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Short, brief.

A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. Rustling, unsettled air.

Hunted. Lionesses chasing, bearing down. Claws like obsidian, eyes like white fire. I run...I lose. I am marked, and I Change. I fly away.

A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. A swift movement, almost unseen.

A woman, coal black. Black skin, black hair, black fangs and black heart. Red drips from her fingernails, her claws. White fire burns in her eyes, is her eyes. I know her. She has tasted my flesh before.

She beckons. I awake.

One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright

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