Quick to blaze milky skin that never felt the burns from heat, sweat eludes incineration through winter solstice scheme.
Care free complex, not tall neither short yet fits them all
when it wants more just looks down where it’s not small.
Blue ocean eyes reflecting dry beach sand
its dry, and forever filled with water deep inside.
Drill it, dig in, diving deep will parch your skin,
leaves you thirsty and wet within.
Black thick fire hair, of dark coal still in flames
shinning light which leave you blind and gleams through out the night.
This is a pure breed fleeing social patterns, world standards’ detached from age. Lost gone blood mixed abroad turning pages of the world. It all was with no pure soul, it was all built inside the heads of current forms. Broken apart, shifted through ignorance, graced by certain Gods. Personified ethereal formulas to depict whats not known. This breed is what was before, before the world created boarders by it wrongful or so called rightful Lords, those who bestowed upon fearful doubting souls. No more.
The future forgets about the past, the past is manipulated for our own present. All this modern self proclaimed pure dogs will all be forgotten in the New World.
T. Winds
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