Post by PLAGUE on Jun 8, 2012 22:16:45 GMT -5
the moon has shone one last time,
so will begin the great climb.
crimson be spilled foolishly,
death come and go ghoulishly.
darkness swallows the world,
in different directions all shall be hurled.
the sun will disappear,
this will be called the lunar year.
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this poem has been sung for many years by the eldest horses of the herds, it seems to have only now come. a hunger has begun to plague, lack of forage, water, and shelter, horses have sprung to the wild. some have gone crazy, seeming to have contracted a mental disorder along their paths. many horses have disappeared over the past season, and, although it's supposed to be warm, a cold has swept across the area, an unknown darkness. humans are dying of a catastrophic disease, sending captivated horses into a frenzy and out into the wild to fend for themselves. remaining horses are joining together, old rivals hiding together for support. they don't know what is going to happen, all they know is that they are going to have to be careful. this is after all, a.....
VIVID PARANOIA.[/font]
enter the chaos.
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