Friday, September 10, 2010

Fall Walk

I hate to stop unnecessarily. And crossing paths I look most warily. There are creatures in the night. There are monsters in the way.

The wind is soft the light is foul. My enemies are on the prowl. But I am not afraid. My countenance is grave.

My steps are quiet and precise. I move among them like a knife. Leaving silence in my wake. And I am not afraid.

- Michael Holtstrom

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