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4616 and the Darkest Hour  The icy cold wind came howling down, like a demon from the far north, it blew in wild tiger dancing around the small camp fire, melting in with the crackling flames, sending her shadow flickering about the woods to her back, her eyes lost in the orange and red embers. Breathing out a long aching sigh she could see her breath as it escapes her warm body. A shiver ran down her young spine, playing a song on each and every one of her vertebras like a wee child’s xylophone. Slowly the night tick away as it headed into its darkest hour. For it was at this time of the bloody night death walk the world, sinking its

You and Me in the Rose Garden Hiding behind the roses, avoiding the sun Shooting with you is always fun Watching others in the amazing race The day was hot, sweat glisten off our face Birds dancing in the sand, as the day was done Just you and me being as one

At God’s Toes Lightning flashes a high fashion pose Over the horizon the darkness rose Off in the distances danger grows Way down yonder the blood river flows High overhead heaven glows Near the forest is a flock of crows Right here beside you my heart just knows Come morning my lover will doze Then the sun will rise, killing all our foes When death comes a calling, the gates of hell shall close

With Love Blue Sitting by the wayside Jumping of dead man’s bridge Look for the horizon Coming up over the ridge Feeling the sun shine upon my back Moving forwards down this beaten track Searching for a pot of gold To look under a rainbow I am told Counting my blessings on fingers and toes Screaming out my sorrows Borrowing hopes, while stealing tomorrows Burning down dreams Racing pass streams Dancing with the wind Making believe Living for today Dying to live Loving you With Love Blue