A shadow walks through the forrest. The surrounding trees and moss carpet stroke the body. Eyes are met as he decends into a beautiful pool of water, darkened by the mid-August sky. The eyes are dark, too. Gentle warrior stunned and strained when met by the black tent. A cloke of rinestones and a calm breath grazes the young man's skin. As I walk along the riverside, I watch him. The dark warrior turns and notices me; smiles, and plunges deeper into the river. If you enjoyed that, please check out my other work: "Unwanted."
