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DamagedHomewrecker [2017-07-16 23:49:48 +0000 UTC]

i looooooooved this piece so much; it inspired me to write this, if you are interested in reading:  ash on a sunday morningDeath does not ride a pale horse. Death is the pale horse, emaciated and gentle, with ribbon legs and wild tail, and eyes like winter: beautiful and terrifying all at the same time. he willows through the evening with the half moon on his back, always searching to reap souls. he doesn't mean any harm. he wants to release the world of pain and suffering. that's why he took the form of a horse. it's easy to follow him, to trust him, with those deep dark eyes and his wispy stance, the way the breeze flurries against his quiet neck. when people need him, he shadows over to them, patiently waiting just out of reach. when they see him, they see freedom. they do not see Death. they see kindness. they do not see Death. they see hope. they do not see Death. those who are not ready for Death see him as a monster, a sickly beast, a poison. he is whatever he is needed to be: the devil, the savior, the pale horse, emaciated and gentle, with ribbon legs and wild tail, and eyes like winter: peaceful

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KiriHearts [2017-06-10 10:21:13 +0000 UTC]

This is just amazing. I love it.

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Western-Witch [2014-12-06 14:40:37 +0000 UTC]

Winter happened. Haha. I love the clean lines and the color scheme. Very poetic. 

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