Post by hoofprints on Jun 24, 2006 19:53:23 GMT -5
It was a foggy night. The deep mist barely let you see straight in front of you. It was a full moon tonight, her favorite time. Her enchanting chestnut figure moved on top of a hill. No one could see she, not until she removed the fog. The fog moved away from her so the only thing in sight was her. It was an amazing site to see. There you were in a valley, looking at the hill top, cover in fog. The fog moved away from the top and there you see the full moon. To add the beauty of that, a silhouette of a arabian mare rearing. Her front pillars striking out, with her boa arched with a nice curve. She lands, the wind pushes her tassles and dance so they were dancing apon the air. What a mystic sight. She turns her dished head, to see someone was watching her in the valley. Who was it, she only saw a darken figure.