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| Filename: | chinese_dragon_002.jpg |
| Album name: | Admin / Drawings Section |
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| Keywords: | Oriental |
| Artist: | Jade Dragon |
| Date Received: | Mon, 6 Aug 2007 16:52:52 -0700 (PDT) |
| Filesize: | 54 KiB |
| Date added: | Aug 12, 2007 |
| Dimensions: | 1531 x 980 pixels |
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| URL: | http://www.dragnix.net/Artistic_Section/Drawings/displayimage.php?pid=1084 |
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Fallen
As I wandered through the slippery streets, I noticed that the pedestrians were avoiding someone on the sidewalk. Upon nearing the scene, I saw something white flutter among the crowds of people. It was an angel, with two pure white wings growing from her back. Her wings drooped as she ran back and forth between people, holding up her hands and pleading. The snow-white gown was spattered with stains along the hem, and as I watched her flowing black hair swish as she hurried to another person, I saw silver handcuffs gleaming on her wrists. The chain jangled like tiny bells as she ran. Finally, the angel appeared to give up, and she slumped against a building, tucking her legs up and burying her head in her arms.
I hesitated, then walked over and knelt down, tapping her gently on the shoulder. Startled, she looked up into my face, and alarm replaced despair in her brown eyes. I told her that I would help her. But she merely shook her head and held out her wrists. A small gold key hung from the chain. I was puzzled, but I grasped the key and looked for a keyhole in the handcuffs. She watched me, her eyes wide. Moments of searching rewarded me with a satisfying click as the handcuffs fell with a clatter.
The angel blinked in astonishment. Then, joy. She stood up, a smile spreading across her face. Rubbing her wrists, she twirled around, her dress billowing out. Her eyes were sparkling happily, and she smiled at me. Looking up into the cloudy sky, her face upturned, I realized she wanted to go back. I made a motion for her to go up into the sky, and she understood. Flapping her wings, she rose up into the sky, until finally she was gone. I looked back down, and found a large white feather from the angel’s wings. People all around me ignored me as I walked up the dark cement road. My hand held the feather gently as if it would shatter and blow away.
There were very few people who saw what happened, though there was a large crowd that day, and many others told me I was crazy. But I still have that white feather, and every night I open the box I put it in, and wonder if there was a reason why I saw an angel of my wife.
Loneliness is the color of a black void.
All alone; the echo of your own voice.
Bitter as an unripe fruit.
Smell the decomposition of sanity.
The feeling of solitude; overpowering.
Loneliness is the color of fire.
Crackling as it consumes your soul.
Tasting as sour as a lemons.
Smelling the unscented roses.
Seeing no one,
Feeling nothing.
Loneliness is the color of dusk.
Hearing the last call of reason,
Tasting the memories,
Watching as the world spins; without you.
Seeing the sunset leave,
Feeling the cold of the darkness.
-well that burned some time...... well, i should get working on that one drawing......
@ babydrgn: