`DANCE forthe BONES

[JUSTDANCE riles!]

She'll have you crying tears...

Where are we today Delilah? Hmm, you've found yourself a home finally? Well it does amaze me, oh yes it does. Some one found you appealing enough to accept you into a home, this truly does amaze me. How come I can't meet this man sweet Larken? I want to lay eyes on his and ask how he didn't find you revolting. Well the meeting might have to wait, let us investigate this place where you have come. Now, now do you see what I see, upon the ground, grass growing from its eye holes? A skull, my, my where are you little Lover, hmm some place glorious? This is a place for you isn't it? Dismal with bones of the fallen, a perfect place for you to lay your brain box. Oh you must have worked hard to get to stay in a place like this, did you kill some one? Oh of course you didn't your pathetic, the most you could kill is seashells. Oh, that must have hit a nerve, hmm? Now come, come, ignore me and have your fun. Dance, just dance. I know you want to I can feel your urges calling to you telling you to move your feet. You're so predictable my daisy lover. I could map out all your movies; write out all your thoughts. Oh, sweet grotesque Larken Love you need a new brain, a new group of cells to keep your body moving. Sooner or later some one's going to get to know you and then they'll have you every move planned out and then they can steal your beautiful rhymes, the only thing even remotely attractive about. You wouldn't want that would you? Of course not, of course not, you couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't want that at all you horror bound beast.

She had come for only the home. She had only wanted the shelter, the promised food and drink, nothing more and nothing less. She needed a home, her life by the ocean was only causing stress she did not need or have the time for. Time. Ha! She had plenty time, none of course that meant anything at all, oh but she did have time. Time to spread her horrid appearance over the land and show everyone just how ugly she was. Larken just got such a kick, such a thrill out of showing off what she didn't have. Some much so that even when no one was in site she danced. Danced, why? Well it was one of the only things she knew how to do, one of the only thing she was good at and how she hated it so, but oh, oh how she could dance. She was like ballerina, so perfect in her steps, so acquit with her jumps. For such a grotesque mare she could sure look appealing while she moved. Ink dipped pillars of opposite sides lifted in unison, leaving her on two legs. They lifted, pausing and then smashed down, right into the cranium of the past. For a moment she was off the ground then again with the two opposite knives dangling dangerously in the air and again fell down, though only to leave an imprint on the ground. The dead covered ground. So beautiful and so pristine. She loved it here already, which in it's own was something to say. Lark loved nothing, a hypocrite of her own name, but with these skull all over the ground, jagged bones popping up from the surface and the lingering smell of the dead. She felt at peace, at home. Home was where the heart is, if she stood correct and her heart was surely with the dead and if it wasn't she'd make sure to have it there soon. She was of course, the Dead Lover after all. Larken Love wouldn't show her ugly mug if she had let her beautiful name down, she just wouldn't let it happen, couldn't let it happen, shouldn't let it happen.

...She'll have you seeing your fears

Her controlled movements stopped and she paused, lifting her paper thin nostrils to the passing wind and drawing in a deep breath. The sensors in her nose channels picked out each smell identified it and sent it running to her brain on the nerves that connected her maw to her brain. So many new smells to sniff, so many new faces she'd have to see, so many females she'd have to injure. A thought washed over her mind like a black cloud filled with lightning. Mares, so untrustworthy, so evil, so conniving, so, so…Her black knives pushed up from the ground and her upper bodice lifted into the air, limbs kicking out and her jaws opening and letting out an anger filled wail. She hated the female cut equids, she hated them, Amber burned optics flashed to the area around her, the open plain. So far she had seen no one, had not even heard a hoof drop other then her own. She wondered perhaps, she and the male she had spoke to were the only ones here, in the land, but her thought dropped quickly, she had smelt other mares, she was not alone. Larken dropped back onto the ground, onto a skull of a small horse and the faint grin she had before returned. Broken bones and haggard tones are music to my ears. With hang-on puns and slipping suns, that I live for years and years. A cackle was released to follow her poem and like she had before she began to buck over the fallen bones, with a grin plastered on her face. What I've had without the sun. Another bound had left her in a tall patch of grass and a few crows cawed angrily, leaping from where they had bedded and screeching into the sky like hell bent bats. Come play my brothers, do not leave me to others. She called into the sky, lifting her gaze to watch the ash stained birds fly off into the dark sky. Pity…

She was alone once more.

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^{The book;; Larken Love
The page count;; 1,008
The author notes;; Lark loves to smash skulls. Evil little crazy one.
The copyrights;; She's mine, the header is mine with a copyright to who the horse belongs to and the post is mine also.
Speaking= 333232
Thought = 171717
Description = 656363}