01-17-2012, 11:37 AM
Hours, minuets, days, time had lost all meaning to me in those few moments. I felt my face leave my hands and began to walk staring at what was the sky, watching the smoke swirl and vanish. The moonlight danced among the leaves as the shadowy demons below performed their ritual. Round and round they danced on the blood of my arson, coxing the ashes behind me to flair. I watched mesmerized by the glistening path. I didnât know where it lead, or whose blood it was, but one thing was for sure; they were about to lose a lot more.
-- When the answer isn't 42, ctr-alt-del probably is.<br />[glow=blue,2,300][color=blue][font=verdana]The Blue Phoenix[/font][/color][/glow]<br />[glow=green,2,300][color=green]Occult Studios[/color][/glow]

