Ditto....
Robyn walks the twisted paths (no not those ones) and forages deeper
into Shadow.
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All around me things are begining to get as a friend on Shadow Earth
once said "bug-assed weird".
Things are usually strange when you get out here on what cousin Merlin
calls "the Badlands" but I've never been out here much myself.
According to him there is a place where the two defined paths of Order
and Chaos duke it out on a regulair basis. It's not any actions by any of
the Great Powers...simply a ripple effect. The Dragons called the hazy
area where the tides caused this effect "Sundering" I have no idea what
they would think of things now.
All of a sudden I'm homesick and the vision of my small keep in Faerie
tugs painfully. I want to go home...but have miles to go before I
sleep...
Shadow-storms whisper transformations ahead and behind me and I whish I
had picked some better way of doing this.
The horse... which I found grazing nearby the still swinging hanged man
plods on restless at the changes.
I climb (or rather it does) a gentle bluff of pink stone. Upon reaching
the top looked downward to the other side.
Picture several visions of hell painted by any mic. Flemish
painters...now throw them all together with a touch of Chagal. That's what
I see.
It's almost like some altered reality where several mailing lists have
sprung from one and each lies heavy laden with spam and operationg
problems.
Brrrrr.
somebody walks over my grave in hob-nailed boots.
I turn back and ride away as I feel another darkling storm at my back.
Time becomes a slippery mess painted by dali.
A tree of iron spreads it's rust-tinged leaves. Crisp with a nitrogen
frost, copper grass breaks underfoot. The sun becomes a bloody clock with
a moon-sythed pedulum. A totro grunts in sleep. paper flowers open and are
burnt by moonlight...
a timeless day passes.
I am home.
Somewhere a lone wolf howls and I smile knowing it is white.
Robyn
Duke of Amber
Unicorn Knight.
> On Fri, 16 May 1997,
ROBERT MORRISON
wrote:
Date: Fri, 16 May 1997 15:48:45, -0500
From: ROBERT MORRISON <SQUN29A@prodigy.com>
To: fanfic@fanfic.com
Subject: [FFML] [FFML] [FFML] Ungrateful. . .
Resent-Date: Fri, 16 May 1997 15:51:14 -0400
Resent-From: fanfic@fanfic.com
You know, he's got a point. Let's all have a big round of applause
for White Wolf.
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Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene
I met a Lady in the Meads,
Full beautiful, a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild.
J.Keats
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Agent Of Chaos. Robyn, Duke of Amber. Unicorn Knight
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