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Addictive Devil

Gypsy Prince

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Date: Sep 8, 2007

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So much for the years, or the hours a mortal life can savor as precious few. Reese had long ago forgotten the passing of time, left it to those who's lives ended as does the storm after it had spilled its rage upon the earth. Forgotten memories rose and fell, tides in their own ocean. So vast no god could measure their depth. Last words spoken where eyes could meet between the two... When had it been? Lifetimes still lingered as yesterday in the hallow of the mind. Instruction left for Kas to deliver a token of appreciation, a symbol of his understanding for the weight that had befallen shoulders of no better man. Reese trusted no other mortal more then this man who's hands now held a gift the light of day had not touched in his 36 years. With in Velvet wrap, for no fancy boxes or carved cases would do justice to the prize it would bare. Nothing befit this treasure more then a finely woven slip of blood red velvet. It is not the element in which a piece of art is crafted, but the mastery and vision brought to live upon its surface or from its core. Many artists spun from Ivory, Jade, precious metal or gems, yet how many held life like detail in their possession. Priceless stone could be made worthless if tormented by hands unworthy of its value. This one thing, so small in size, not but six inches in length and carved from but a bit of bone, turned master piece after generations upon generations of times passage. Durations between handling could be but a day between finishing one face then the other. Or a decade of sand could have spilled from the hour glass before his hands once more caressed its smooth surface. Inspired once more by a dream, a flash of memory or by chance passing with a stranger. So many masks, each representing the river of emotions each living.... or unliving soul teamed with. To Marcus they may be some he would remember, some strangers who's light had long sense gone out. Beauty to be found in each one, even if the features themselves offered no attraction to the eye. That was the true skill of the Master artist, to set beauty to the world were it did not existed before. A woman's sorrow breathed at the base, tears she shed were but faint lines upon her cheeks. A Mother lost in her grieving for the child she had lost, or perhaps for the lover who died with in her arms. Beside her a mans rage at the very gods who bore him to this world. Some where in the cluster of faces a child;s vestige looked out from among the others with such happiness the ears could almost detect the laughter he must have spilled that moment. Yet the girl beside him was the image of longing, for a love that she craved, yet it belonged to another. A sea of faces, every detail given its deserving attention till they were but miniature of the real thing. And this is the gift Kas brought Marcus with word from an old friend. Placed in Kas's hands before the dawns light ate away the night so upon evenings rebirth it would be waiting for the Master upon waking. __________________

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