I stood in awe... gaping,
I was in a daze,
A beautiful black horse,
Stood quietly waiting,
A white streak on his forehead
Like lightening splitting the black sky
Big dark eyes stared,
From the green of the meadow,
My long cherisher dream,
Stood only a few feet away.
Where it came from
Or where did it go,
I cannot really explain
For I don’t really know,
I stood there very still
As my passion unfolded,
My heart thumped aloud
And my eyes feared to blink,
As my hand slowly reached out...
Those were moments of joy
And then came the pain,
For before I could touch it
My dream began to fade
And the shaggy black horse
Disappeared in the haze.
When a dream takes the shape of reality in the mind.
Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World is a novel in which nothing is quite what it seems and everything is loaded with shadowy dreams of the past and nightmares set to soul-pounding music of the future.
If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a