by "BlackStaff" <t_naismith@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Jun 6, 2003 at 02:06 PM
"Bygul Seidr" wrote:
> "BlackStaff" wrote:
> > Wind-whipped storm clouds roil angrily and a battered ****p's prow
appears
> > out of the gray waves of the sea ...
>
> Across the thunder-torn horizon, taking it's shape seemingly from the
> storming clouds themselves, a raging ice-white steed appears with a
> figure atop it, dark hooded cloak ripping behind her, a faint whisp of
> purple in an otherwise darkened sky.
>
With eyes that catch the occasional sparkling reflections of distant
lightning, there stands one upon a low hill, one hand raised in belated
welcome.
`BlackStaff`
> ~Bygul Seidr
