Dark road riding west
from the sun’s rising;
westward riding
deeper into the gloom.
The night brings no relief
no solace nor peace
only conflict and terror.
Yet the terrors of night
the terrors of darkness
are to be preferred
to visions of the light.
In the light,
in the light
all possibilities
are equally real
equally present
equally terrorfying
in their reality,
presence and possibility.
Their terror is cumulative.
In the dark,
yes,
in the dark
there are terrors,
but one terror at a time.
Riding westward
from the suns riding;
dark road riding west
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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2003
Ohhhhh John I loved going on this dark, vivid imagery roller coaster road! Lets do it again!;O)
Great Work!
~Nikki~
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2003
well I`m heading east,
I wont be going down this road, no matter what....I hope.
Made me nervous!...great write.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
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Great Work!
~Nikki~
I wont be going down this road, no matter what....I hope.
Made me nervous!...great write.
Love this write...
Great job
Trixie :)
~DAM~