Walking down a path
In the middle of no where...
Cold unknowing hands press against my lower back,
A soft sigh escaping my trembling lips...
Time stands still
a silent kill...
The one I guarded was now gone,
No longer training on the lawn...
Darkness in my mind
A black cloud that no one can find...
As you sleep, I weep
too much is seen, too much is heard...
A cat walks out on velvet feet, an owl wings like...
A moonbeam slants through sleeping streets, mist...
In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...
The Stag must run swift,
Swifter than the wind...
This passion that comes at night
Sends chills down my spine...
White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...
"Do it," it whispers.
"One throw and you're done."...