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The Celtic Ghost
My entry for the avatar arena had to be made smaller than I intended because of the 1000 character limit (which is a lie 'cause it wouldn't let me have more than 989 characters or something like that.) Here's the longer version.
My story is sad, yet true, for I never received the respect I was due, It all started long ago before the earth existed, when the universe, of only my kind, consisted, Our origins were well known by us but cannot be told, for mortal ears to hear it, a soul must be sold, Over time as the earth and planets were formed, the body I had not, remained deformed, A misfit ghost was I, for I had not body nor heart, I soon was forced from the other ghosts, to part, Alone on earth I wandered for days, only my ghostly grin drawing many a frightful gaze, A chilled wind swept through wherever I went, and I soon realized, my days of good and peace had long since been spent, I appeared in the Celtic lands to scare and torment, in my sadness, strangers, my name was well known and I was considered a great danger, Soon twas not enough to settle my longing for some sort of form, so distracted was I, that I did not notice the storm, As I drifted up into a tree, I felt something on my grin, but what could it be, I realized that on my smirk, something had snagged, it was a simple, plain, plastic little bag, The perfect shape and size for a head, something for so long I had wanted, but that didn't stop me; the lands of the Celts were still haunted, So when you wander alone in the clover fields remember what to expect, though I will not bother you if you heed me what I want; respect, As you go on your way, remember my story, for now I have, my desired head of glory.
Diverse Melody · Mon Aug 25, 2008 @ 07:02pm · 0 Comments |
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