Lets see I wanted to finish the rest of the bed time story... To re- CAP our story...this Warrior, steps into this Tebetian Witch Doctors Parlor n gets a affirmation go ahead, (over- standing of a life time.) Watches a ClidesDale move through the room...tht is the reCAP, moral of that story was: Sometimes A Gestures worth a thousand Words... As we progress. The youngest filly has been driven frm the room by the Old Mongolian Soul, bless his HEART! The Candy FAced YoutH with the OlD EyEs sits in th chair wide- expectant, sublime. She is well liked. The warrior sits aside a workbench, with asssuuuundey things, for crafting. A Happy Rasta enters the room. Doesnt think twice, grabs a drum says, alright ~ and so it is. ProcussionFills the ROOM. Point taken the SuN going down. So, standing without delay, the Warrior departed to say, FareWeLL. I wish I could make this rhyme...but I would prefer to have it reason. Drew embrace. Reached to Fate...when the Rasta noticed the Warriors Armor...Thiissss Warrior, known only by the LORD SERVED n HemsSkirT...No Name could entone. The legacy of 13 years of time ZonE they had shared. So, Rasta stared. Yes, It is me, SmileD the Warrior. But, I am no longer, Kalis The Warrior Still~~~nameless
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 10:52:42 +0000