tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43724172658083899952011-04-21T22:15:41.580-07:00from ***The Pink Bedroom***the.surreptitious.pink.writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05636962673023391765noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372417265808389995.post-16844852030165613002008-12-10T23:11:00.000-08:002008-12-11T07:22:24.123-08:00<img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/Lestats_Shadows/may08_upload/Goth_Snow_White.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><u>Snow White</u></strong></span><br /><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>So it begins her end.</em></strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">For she has succumbed to its power - just like she did in the beginning of time. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">No amount of rational thought can be given. It is simply desire, temptation, seduction.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Perhaps it is the promise of another world - a perfect one where she can live anew. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Or the promise of happiness - relief from her exploits.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Much is different now.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">She feels awake, alive, conscious...yet darkness contains her. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">She wanted to reach out and she thought she was. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Her mind is racing neverending. When will it come back? Who will make it return?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">It is her own abyss. It is no one's fault. The choice was hers to make but something overpowered her and she couldn't explain.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">She is calling out now. Her mind losing sense and comprehension of it all. She is falling deeper and deeper until she is just an inch. Pulse clearly felt yet none could be seen.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Then a sudden pull. She finds herself hesitant, pulling her weight down to the bottom. The motion is making her think why she wants light once again. But just like how the crimson pulled her down, she is gravitated. What could this next adventure be? </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Again, she gives in.</em></strong></span></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372417265808389995-1684485203016561300?l=thesurreptitiouspinknotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the.surreptitious.pink.writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05636962673023391765noreply@blogger.com2