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Conquest of Night

Conquest of Night
By Scott L Vannatter
November 14, 2012

The lights all dim,
Shadows fade into blackness
I settle into that portion of night
Where my close friend comes to play

That dear acquaintance known well
By tears and frowns dragging
On face and skin until all
Hangs low and sadness covers the whole

Easy all day to keep the light
Glowing in cheeks and the reaches
Of mind and soul
Kept fresh by brightness burning

But, oh by god, by midnight black
Demeanor takes a solid turn
And wisps of nightshade crowd inside
The fissures of gray matter darken so

The fight ensues the battle all but lost
As tendrils of twilight fog the brain
And make simple the trek to down and out
All that’s needed is to give in

But fight I do this quest of late
Knowing that loss costs more than life
If fall I do then mind will shatter
And thoughts of you will fail

Hold resolute do I then
To your image and let the beauty
I live to please take shape
And focus all my will toward thee

In my vision you come to rest
Bringing peace and love to my dying breath
And breathe back life, vivid and full
Making crimson my lips and complete my heart

Words may fail and ears may ring deaf
My shouts fall not on listening ones
But my whisper sounds throughout my soul
Saying, “My love I need you still”

Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers 11/2/2012

A Side Attractioin

Billy looked at the tent with its various items for sale.  There were toys, sunglasses, plastic airplanes and small life-like dolls.  He picked up one and thought how much it looked like Tommy, his friend who disappeared two weeks ago.

He sat the doll down and headed home through the back way.  The woods was scary for a kid, but he was twelve and brave.  The sound of the twig snapping behind him came too late.

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Joe looked at the tent items that were for sale.  Funny, how much that little doll looked like his friend, Billy…

Wow – A Short One!

Short post today. What it amounts to is that I was reading through JMMcDowell’s Post for “How Do You Follow Them? Part 2” and she was talking about how grateful people are when you post three or less times per week.

I understand the statement, the answer, and the reason, but it prompted me to tell you why I post every day. There are several reasons, really.

First, I am disabled and don’t work, so I have time to do this.

Second, I know myself enough to know that, if I don’t post each day, it will die out and I will stop it altogether. I have done this on so many things through my life, I didn’t want to chance it happening here.

Third, I thought people would get to know me a bit better.

Fourth, it has made me become more versatile. By writing every day, I have to change what I post about and the type of post I do.

Finally, I simply love doing it. That’s the most important reason to me. I love doing it and I love hearing from all of you.

I don’t get upset or whatever if you don’t “like” my post or if you don’t comment. I don’t get upset if you can’t read my posts every day or can’t read every post. I may begin to worry if I stop seeing you post and/or comment after a while if you always have before. That’s the friend issue I have: if we chat back and forth several times, I consider you my virtual friend. We haven’t met, but I think about you.

Anyway, I said short, so I will stop with this last thought:

How do you feel about my daily posts?

Is it okay that I do them each day?

Do you like the variety?

What type of posts do you like best?

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Love to hear from you.
Namaste,
Scott

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