Ramblings of the silver

Anzel's picture
The color of the leaves is an eternal green. Although they may sparkle towards the maple or the nightlight, shall they always be green in this world? I think so. And it is with this that I shall always be the queen of the world of ghosts, lacking of a king and endlessly twined to hope with all that I have been created from.

It is for this reason that I permanently danced to the tune of the Abio I could never hope to see. I have hopes for the Gods to allow me within their realm for a day, but high hopes are all I ever seem to have.

All I can do is lie in wait and beg for other deer to cry to the Gods who hear my calls as faint and ghostly cries towards nothingness.

I was seen, but not regarded as anything more than a centerpiece in the cage. So I am, so I shall be.

The next few days shall explain to me whether or not I may be permitted to enter...

Hauntingly written, I feel

Hauntingly written, I feel so sorry that you were unable to partake of the Abio...My deer Queze wishes he could meet the ghost deer, and is always on the lookout for the 'silver lady' Anzel.
Hubalaboo's picture

... ;_; *nuzzle* We wish you

... ;_;

*nuzzle* We wish you luck.


Anzel's picture

Of fortune, my form was seen

Of fortune, my form was seen by the Gods of Twin. If you glance upon photographs and moving memories of the event, you might see me adorned in their pelt with the antlers of the season. Though I did not see them.