The Far North
The Far North in the best of seasons tickles the gorse to unfold its cheerful boisterous yellow, rival of the often absent sun and richer than a gold ore, and later in the year, heather raises its shields of majestic purple to imbue the shivering souls with pride and comfort, to act defiant against the vicissitudes of an inclement course of existence.
In both, floats the waif-like ghoul of melancholy, of woes unspoken from generations into more generations, saddling the heart on the back of roaring white horses, carrying it away beyond the shimmering threshold of the horizon, a destination beyond sun-set concealed from sight by that dense stole of rising sea haar, while the body reduced to dust, coats the skin of the glens and bens.
The physical appearance of the Dark Gaels emulates this ancient demesne on whose craggy rock formations laps the moody sea with its own terse dander; dark hair seething with inflammable emotions, the murmurs of a brooding soul, love-struck flamboyance waving like reed under a thunderous sky, while gale-force winds shriek their briny laments; the alabaster translucence of their hide, a symbolic embroidery with patterns of frostbite and bleeding roses, prosopopoeia of Annwn, that ultimately renders them impervious to the milling teeth of time; and finally, eyes verdant of lust and yearning, and blue encasing the halcyon wisdom and dignity of the nuptial ocean and sky arch in the sweet tragedy of numerous battles of wit.
In both, floats the waif-like ghoul of melancholy, of woes unspoken from generations into more generations, saddling the heart on the back of roaring white horses, carrying it away beyond the shimmering threshold of the horizon, a destination beyond sun-set concealed from sight by that dense stole of rising sea haar, while the body reduced to dust, coats the skin of the glens and bens.
The physical appearance of the Dark Gaels emulates this ancient demesne on whose craggy rock formations laps the moody sea with its own terse dander; dark hair seething with inflammable emotions, the murmurs of a brooding soul, love-struck flamboyance waving like reed under a thunderous sky, while gale-force winds shriek their briny laments; the alabaster translucence of their hide, a symbolic embroidery with patterns of frostbite and bleeding roses, prosopopoeia of Annwn, that ultimately renders them impervious to the milling teeth of time; and finally, eyes verdant of lust and yearning, and blue encasing the halcyon wisdom and dignity of the nuptial ocean and sky arch in the sweet tragedy of numerous battles of wit.
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