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walking in the darkness
thunder roars an echos across the valley floor
thunderstorms returns us to the time
when nature's glory awed the human race
lightning streaks across the sky
as rain strips the trees of summer leaves
the fury of the storm awakes our past
when gods and nature both were to be feared.
and spells of warding were by fire cast
they huddle close beneath their shelters
the fire is warm
It's light is warmer still
a beacon holding back the darkness and demons they fear
yet, in the light of day
they will deny the fearful pounding of their hearts
I stand in the pouring rain feeling left out
feeling like no one understands
feeling like no one can hear me
when I'm screaming to be heard
they fear the behavior I have of walking in the
darkness
that they cannot perceive
~ D Donner ~
My mind is so very ofte your
My mind is so very ofte your mind, it's unnerving as it is comforting. Oh the complexities of life when viewed as memories and echos. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
You do realize that's going
You do realize that's going to scare the natives right ?
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
Wouldn't have it any other
Wouldn't have it any other way. Fear is very much a form of unhealthy respect. Is it not? I write for me let the curious come and the terrified run to the gauntlet of avoidance... can't unread what you read ah ha ha ha ha ha! ;) have a good year! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Fire In The Darkness
There is some light, a beacon, a division between warmth and chill - caters to fears of the darkness - great execution of chiaroscuro shades of dark and light gray and white light and black. Haunting images, almost macabre. Metaphorically well construed. One of your best. - Lady A -
It's still just junk in My
It's still just junk in My head that I express a little better
learning as I go aka reading everyone else's work and trying to apply
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces