Friday the 13th
A supersticious, anti-sacred day in history said to be unlucky and ill-fated among the living.
On it's eve, I found myself attending a holy matrimony of two star-crossed lovers set to meet their faitful destiny, their lives agape before them.
Below a canapy of pinks and violets, among blood-lines and cohorts, surrounded by green pastures and harvest moons, the pageant was set.
From sunset 'til civil twilight the entangled duo tempted their fait and challenged the Gods.
They valiantly traced the jagged profile of superstition until it decintigrated into the creamy ripplelessness of truth.
Their intrepid spirit lead their flaming torch. And as the mist of their fidelity showered over the night, I was baithed in the sweet redemption of their restored purity and virtue.
"Audacibus annue coeptis"
posted by alannajoy at 9:15 PM
4 Comments:
ajoy...what do you think of the new JM? I love me some "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room."
That's a beautiful picture. How's NYC livin treating you? I'll be back in NYC at Christmas. You, me and Aymster have to hang out!
that was beautiful!
good one! goes to show you friday the 13th doesnt have to be ulucky
unless i didnt understand correctly... i'm still looking up words in the dictionary.. ;)
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