The Edge of the Woods

Nov 04, 2005 21:55

Shadows dance through the woods as the starlight played through the leaves. A thin sheen of frost hung on the leaves in the crisp night air. It was time, and she knew it.

A figure of mottled silver and shadows stands behind a tree where the light fades away.

(Look through a faithless eye, are you afraid to die?)
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