Ominous_weather
First Post
*A small figure approaches the tree concealed by a shadowy mist...though the presence seems to be surrounded by a chorus of soft giggling. The figure attaches a small piece of finely milled pink parchment that is scented with honeysuckle and bound by a black satin ribbon. Written in bold calligraphy on the front of the parchment are the words "For Jason"..as one opens the message the writing is small and thin written in black ink.*
Oh, to be the ground upon which he walks
I hear the grass sigh with every step.
Oh, to be the air in which he breaths in
Passing between those lips in elated flight.
Oh, to be the light that kisses his skin
How the sun drinks of him for it's brightness.
Oh to be the pool in which he bathes
As the water would surely become holier thus.
*After posting the message, the figure disappears in a flurry of shadowy mist and soft giggling*
Oh, to be the ground upon which he walks
I hear the grass sigh with every step.
Oh, to be the air in which he breaths in
Passing between those lips in elated flight.
Oh, to be the light that kisses his skin
How the sun drinks of him for it's brightness.
Oh to be the pool in which he bathes
As the water would surely become holier thus.
*After posting the message, the figure disappears in a flurry of shadowy mist and soft giggling*
