Scurry of Darkness
To all without love
Death is light upon the midnight breeze.The
candle in solitude splits the darkness with
an eerie silence. My moonlit soul adrift upon
the rolling hills causes the dim landscape
to become my lonesome companion.The
flickering candles are enveloping my
counciousness.For in my circle I am me,and
no one else.To have the world is not my
wish, therefore it is not welcome here.The
spirits are dancing in laughter.As I sigh,
the trinket of thought begins to shine
through the morning dew with the intensity
of a dying star.The purple haze of the dark
chill invades my soul further with every
bone chilling breath.The thundering darkness
raging above instills fear nowhere but
within itself.A glimpse back through time
only reveals a lost soul.Yet time has no
meaning here, so what am I searching for?
My mind begins to scream in silence.


David Russell Grote

take of your hat when you speak to me!