(Picture derived from Google)
And All Is Silent
It’s not always so easy,
To walk away or to handle the release.
Of the Dark-Fanged Beast…That dwells within.
Becoming Grooms of Doom,
Mistresses of the distress,
Of life’s experienced reactions.
When you get a taste,
Of such a dark space,
Marinating in the juices of your existence.
Developing into fine wine,
Or a bitter production,
That mirrors the grape-press of your Soul.
Feel the gentle breeze of the rain,
Falling upon your face.
A moonlit night, as the wolves howl in unison…
And all is silent.
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