Monday, July 7, 2008
Blacknight Comments
Rating: ★5.0
The wind whispered in the pines like a ghost moving slowly towards me.
I knew that it would happen this night for a circle of red went around the golden moon.
Then in an instant I saw her standing by the old barbed wire fence.
Her hair was waving in the wind like a flag on the day of death and battle.
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8/1/2025 12:37:46 AM # 1.0.0
What a wonderful story and one more than worthy of a 10. It looks to me as if you might be a storyteller, pretending to be a poet. Don't tell the poets. They too, would die there, of envy. Greenwolfe 1962