Reflections….

It wasn’t the shadows in the woods that haunted me most
It was the ones in your eyes
It wasn’t the wind screeching through the bare boughs that bought me deathly chills
It was your terrified scream
It wasn’t the track through the forest leading nowhere
It was your frantic footsteps running… running…
It wasn’t the lake serene and beautiful on that moonless night
It was your body; serene and beautiful in the water
It wasn’t the single red bloom that fluttered silently out of nowhere to rest upon your breast
It was that single drop of red blood
It wasn’t my hands loving and tender
It was the white of my knuckles still grasping the bloodied knife…

 

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November 2016
Keeper of Scrolls

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Author: The MidKnight Garden & Midknights Tellings

Follower of the true Old Ways, tutor, writer, poet, photographer, lover of the arts, gigs and theatre. My love for my path and writing is a constant source of joy and inspiration to me.

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