Post by Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster on May 13, 2004 18:43:53 GMT -5
Uplifting to the tresses of silky brown, the gentle wind did stroll through her hair, breathing life into that which remained so still. Beyond the wondering form lay not more than the stretches of nature's hand, and before, the stretches of nature's child. Walls, to tower upon the edge of thought, seemed more of an obstruction to the mind than a hindrance of will. 'Twas the land of Ulster, so direct within her eye, that seemed foreboding to torrents of destruction so whimsical around. And yet, in its silent resilience to rivers of change, did it stand in the awe of beauty. Thus lay before her a kingdom of strength, but also, a kingdom of interest. Lofting the brow above the darkened eyes, she gazed further into the crevices of its name. Perhaps it was a Kingdom to be explored, and perhaps her kind was unwanted within such city walls. One could only be sure, however, if the step beyond solidarity was taken, to be encompassed into a life beyond that which she left so astutely behind. Hesitation did stall the fluid movements of the seasoned vagrant.
An edge more upon the knolls of the earth and her foot would set within the entranceway of her future. What lay in store within the walls of majesty was but pickings by the firelight, whence the mind felt so adventurous. But who was she to peek within the keyhole of forbidden realms? Was there not more to see within this life, than the path always beyond that which we walk? Or perhaps the eyes should no longer remain downcast to the earth, but to the skies where once dreams did fly? Within those skies, did they fly indeed, yet as the wandering woman so distinct within secrecy crept closer to absolution, the dreams so high felt lower in altitude. The Kingdom of Ulster, where a life was to be lived... And perhaps, a life to be renewed?
The lady did proceed.
An edge more upon the knolls of the earth and her foot would set within the entranceway of her future. What lay in store within the walls of majesty was but pickings by the firelight, whence the mind felt so adventurous. But who was she to peek within the keyhole of forbidden realms? Was there not more to see within this life, than the path always beyond that which we walk? Or perhaps the eyes should no longer remain downcast to the earth, but to the skies where once dreams did fly? Within those skies, did they fly indeed, yet as the wandering woman so distinct within secrecy crept closer to absolution, the dreams so high felt lower in altitude. The Kingdom of Ulster, where a life was to be lived... And perhaps, a life to be renewed?
The lady did proceed.