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[aid] => mick
[title] => Violet and Hatred
[time] => 2008-02-26 05:57:48
[hometext] => A story in poetry form I hope its ok its not an epic but it will do for now
[bodytext] => Early in the day An old man wearing a dress was sat knitting in the woods his dress was beautiful ! as light and delicate as an ill hair a soft blue in colour a simple dress for a man who had nowhere of any importance to go The trees in the wood were all so full of leaves there trunks could not be seen from where we are and a flat rock is where we are not very far away from him at all Miles away on a hill a single tree stood and in its shadow sat a girl and a boy Violet and Hatred Hatreds head rested on Violets shoulder he sighed and made the forest visible Hatred to Violet "Whatever is wrong with the sky Violet it is patterned it is full of holes of a paler blue" It raises our head to the sky Violet to Hatred "It is just the roof dear if it was the sky it would eat us" Violets great idea! "Wouldn't it be the makings of a great adventure to walk amongst the leaves of the trees that let us breath to see what we can see" With a smile hatred said "It would" his leader stood and he followed they walked hand in hand down the hill and into the forest and into the sound of knitting needles tapping and into the dark The bumps and scratching of the trees making cuts a bruises on there bodies they walked onwards through the forest the strong violet and her soldier They were not approached for miles and miles by creatures of any kind Here we are at our rock They stood still and watched the old man knit Tappety Tap so loud The old man raised his head and questioned them "You are so far into the forest children what is your business?" Violet answered "We are making a great adventure by braving the forest depths what is your business old man?" The old man replied "It may look like I am knitting but i am escaping reality I will escape until reality is only attached by a single hair of pure wisdom turn back children it will be very dark eventually" He stopped still the children as witnesses to his escape The few holes that let in the light were painted darker and bled on them Hatred prayed for the old man and Violet looked on expression lacking Violet touched hatreds shoulder and told him "Lets turn back back to the hill with one tree we can tell all of what we have seen about the old man and the darkness it has been very short dear but it was greater than sitting" Violet disappeared back into the black forest and hatred followed her he felt around for her hand and grabbed it through the forest they ran the wood carved them and the creatures of the night threatened them At the sight of there hill and tree they were so relieved They were painted by the moon Violet and Hatred sat under the tree to rest and waited for there wounds to heal [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 74 [informant] => harmony [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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