“Here on the walkway lie distant dreams of orange in October, with its outer mystery and inner disfigurement. A shrill cry from a little one pierces the blackness, as the moon is shrouded in a solemn veil. “In our bags place a treat. In our hearts some bittersweet.” And I, “Take what you will of these melting dreams; sweet but for a moment.” As the little soldiers walk away, I turn and go to my inner room. Locking the door, I close my eyes...” PainSufferingDarknessMysteryAutumnOctoberOwl Book:An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness Source: An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
“A thousand years ago or more They opened up the devil’s door And a cwene of dark and death Crawled out, and creeping stole our breath And we’ve been hiding ever-more.” DeathSufferingFearDarknessPainfulSecretsSpiders Book:Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World Source: Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World