Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Stout but refined hooves tread upon hot sand. The particles drift and subside to make room for the black and gold paws that make their way toward -- nowhere in particular. The sun beats down on her dark back, making her ebony tresses shine in the light, and the golden highlights dazzle to a shimmering glow. Feathered appendages splay out from her bodice, stretching and warming in the rays. She's a dark object in a sea of light. The glowing light on her chest is radiant, the sun intensifying it until it is blinding to those who look at it straight on. Her gold orbs sheltered, shadowed by dark lids and lashes.
That's the beautiful specimen that crosses the desert. She comes like an innocent child, lost in the wilderness looking for a home. But there's so much more. There's so much beneath the surface, that she chooses to keep hidden. Her mission is simple, but she does not trumpet it to the world. They will know her name in time, they will know the game that she plays. No one can escape the justice and - if need be, terror - that she will reign down on the world.
Eventually someone will find her. Someone will greet her or try to stop her from entering. That's what happens, right? Someone patrols borders, makes rules. There's the chit chat and small talk that accompanies the meeting of strangers. But she's ready for it, for it is necessary. She's a sweet lass at first glance and can play the game as it suits her needs. Yes, come dears and begin the dance.
