Luna
	...a petal of rose wafts gently down to the cold earth; loneliness
spreads through veins of thought, spreading pestilence and fear. Miasma of
animosity seeps toward the sky, dispersing before anything is affected by its
acidic touch. Blood flows endlessly through the lowland moor, drowning the
weakest flowers.
	A sun is now settling toward the earth, the interlocking of the night
and day skys begins to loom on the opposite horizon. The death of the sun is
mirrored by the pain it leaves. Fires incinerate the ancient forests, their
souls returning to the heavens once again. The shroud of day is torn away to
bear the most disgusting wisdoms, wrenching love and beauty away from the most
bright of spirits. A tear drifts down someone's cheek, but finds no reaction.
	A moon is bright and unforgiving; it is the parallel cadaver of its
enemy. IT is reminescent of the hopes and dreams of a now useless idea; it is
humble only to make apparent the stars of past failures, deaths, and wants to
distant to be viable. The dark nocturnal disease makes cold anything fragile.
It is a black representation of every year of loss and stupidity, the simple
and basic truth - that it is all for nothing.
	In a sudden burst of emotion, clouds are transposed to crimson and made
visible as sun shoots to all parts of the sky. It illuminates and transforms
regret and hopelessness into beautiful passions. Apollo peers down at his
lonely children and spreads the earning and belief in a bright future, takes
away clouds to show how easy every goal is to meet.
	The  sun rises to it's benevolent throne, instilling light into the
darkest crevices of hearts. A young bird flies with its vast flock, awakening
all to the new day. A beautiful daydream emerges from the light of day, unity
and divinity cause hopeful hearts to beat in rhythmic parallel tune. Bright
eyes fix upon each other, foretelling of beautiful implications. Young, simple
flowers or ancient complex flowers emerge to support and inspire the loveliest
of hopes. Life and meaning are born again to further the meanings of all sacred
and sweet dreams.
	The sun burns too bright; it swallows Gaea with the same inferno that
once nurtered her to her perfect beauty. The fires spread, destroying all of
natures beautiful sons and daughters. It consumes each gentle blossom and a
petal of rose wafts gently down...

1/25/2003/11:22PM