Night

He asked of the night, what is it that you see – it replied with silence and not a whisper more. In the dying hours of its solitude the mist gripped it and made all blind apart from those who dared stick their head out of it. He asked the night again, what is it…

I Walk my Way

Stumbling in the dark holding the dim candle, Flame faltering with the wind making its way, My feet rubbing against the wood beneath that lay, Creaking and squeaking with every step I take, Eyes bulging, focusing, the hidden shadows lurking, Heart thumping fast out of unexpected fear, Hold on, don’t give up, just walk your…