Post by &&rhythmic ish back on Jul 29, 2009 14:03:09 GMT -5
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It starts with
One thing I don't know whyIt doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
The sun was high in the mid noon sky. Heat waves rose of the ground, giving only a glimpse as to how hot the day would become. There were few plants, some brush weeds and a few trees, scattered about the barren dessert wasteland. There were pockets and slits in a nearby canyon. It stretched for miles, going into the horizon in both directions. Hundreds of feet below, a river rushes by, carving the canyon into a maze filled with dangers and twists. Another mile up the canyon and you would find a sort of series of steps down into the canyon. The steps were crude and harsh, many of the rocks fell, creating dents in the steps that made it hard to climb down. But that's what I did. My black iron hooves stepped down the crude stairs, touching down only briefly before lifting off again and the whole process repeating until I finally came to the bottom of them. The heat was scorching on my buttermilk hide. Sweat gathered where skin met and rubbed, it poured from my shoulders down my legs and onto the canyon floor.
Looking around I can see the rushing river up close. The water is very clear, but fast and wild, hitting the walls and rocks with force and smacking into the bank. The sound of it's movement is oddly peaceful to both my heart and my mind. My breathing becomes much softer then the laborious breathing of my trek down the canyon wall. I can now breathe much easier, deep clean air, albeit heavy, but still clean. In front of me there is a flat part in the river where it dips down and then up, the water is much calmer there. The bank is made entirely of sand and resembles that of a beach. I walk towards it, my hooves sink into the sand for just a moment and then I step into the water. It swirls around my ivory legs, but as I continue to walk forward it rises up past my withers. I can still touch the ground and the water is cool on my skin. I dig my hooves into the sand, pushing back up on to the bank on the far side. There is a drop off right there, so I have to jump up from the wither high water to the elbow high water.
The jumps knocks me forward a bit when the tip of my left fore-leg hits the edge of the drop off. I regain my balance without falling further into the water and catapult myself onto the dry bank. This side of the river there is much more shaded then the side with the stairs. The shade is atleast ten degrees less in temperature then in the sun. The water in my hide begins to slide and recede down my legs and onto the hotter then heck ground where it evaporates into the air. I continue to walk along the canyon wall, not giving much thought as to where I am, only where I'm going. There are several forks in the path that I am walking, I make several turns, mainly left then right then left then right. Continuing to walk in the heat and shade I spot a crack in the wall. Lifting a brow I walk towards it, turning back around and seeing the new found cave. The rock that covered it from my view as I was walking towards it, now showed an open door way. I walked through.
The air that rushed up to meet me at the opening was cold and wrapped around my body like a blanket. At first the cave was black as night, but as I turned around a small bend I found a room illuminated with light. Emeralds and Rubies hung from the walls giving light to the whole cavern, showing the different other paths to several more rooms. I mull around a few of the other caves, finding that each cave had a different hue then the other's. There were about six other rooms besides the main one and as I came upon the sixth room I heard a gentle lapping sound of water on rocks and then the whisper of the wind against shrubs and various plants. I gave a quizzical look to the rock in front of me and moved just to the right a bit. Light shown through a large opening in the wall where a small oasis was hidden.
Stepping into the light and out into the small forest I can see the sun blaze down on the plants and water. The main river has veered off here like a second river, but small, more like a large creek. The water is slow here, coming through a hole in the canyon wall and exiting through another. The creek runs straight through the oasis, cutting it in half. I walk around the small area. It is filled with grass and tall trees that give a shaded comfort. It is still very hot here, but the heat doesn't scald me as it did by the main river. There are no other exits from out of this area other then the one I have just come through. My buttermilk hide is no longer wet with water, it is dry and beginning to burn with heat, but I ignore it. To me this seems like the perfect place to have as a home, but like any other horse I would prefer to see more of it. I look under every shrub and in every hole, but find no dangers lurking about. There are a few lizards here and there, strewn about rocks and basking in the sun's life giving, more like death giving, warmth. I bob my head, agreeing with my earlier presumption. This is a good spot to lay claim. Turning on my haunches I go to the spot in the creek nearest to the center of the oasis. The water is shallow in that spot and runs around my hooves, bubbling in response as I step into it, but it will not stop me from claiming what will be mine. I throw back my head and release a neigh that bounces off the walls that guard this sacred place, "I, Zephyr, lay claim to this oasis and the barren wasteland that leads to it, from the crude stairs to this very spot on which I stand. Any who oppose this decision may approach me now with their opinion."[/b] I don't see anyone in sight, but still for a few minutes I constantly search the small area for any who would deny me the right to claim this place as my home.
Home. It had been a long time since I had had a home of my own, and hopefully it would stay that way, whether I ruled this place or not, and I fully intended it to be the first. I had grown up as a colt with no where to run for cover, except that of the cold safety of my mother's pillars and even then there was no cover. As I said, it was cold safety, not loving, but given either way. I shake my head as past memories begin to bombard my brain and wreck the constant perfection of my mood that I always had to maintain. If one were to look into my eyes right now, he would say that they burnt a brighter red then the flames of the fiery realm of Hades. I was angry with myself, and my mother, and several others that I had known, but I still worked to clear my mind of those deceitful thoughts and memories. i continued to stand in the cool waer, it cooled my anger, but it didn't quench the burning desire in my gut that told me to run and never look back.
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
[/color][/i]The clock ticks life away
[status] finished
[words] 1405
[song] in the end by linkin park
[ooc] it sucks, im not used to typing with him, so it may take me awhile.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
