endless battles rage across fiery plains
brazened warriors from each side march valiantly forward to meet
the opposition
yet their shining armor soon becomes battle-stained
and they become weary
man against man. flight against flight.
when shall it end, this ceaseless blight?
armies come and go and fight
come, walk into the blessed light
and both sides battle on, unwilling to relinquish
what they both consider to be the obvious
day after day. sunset after sunset and sunrise
after sunrise
until at one moment, one lull in the field
a sole soldier, exhausted, wearied, yet
still retaining dignity
slowly makes her way up onto the vanquished hill
towards the blue-eyed victor standing on the other side
she holds a single branch of olive
and raises it in the quickly diminishing light
beaten, yet not broken
the fire is yet in her eyes
for she has realized...........





















the color of colin's celica is, indeed, blue


...YOU WIN COLIN..........for now, at least....hehehehe...^_^