Community FiresThe first to suffer under the gaze of man,is the self, for it is the one alone thatlives in the cold terrifying, dark, Black.To live, one must stay in the glow, thebright of that yellow spirit. And if a soul stays in the aura of sucha being of noble bearing, who’svery presence fills one with light,they might just live, for a day or two. The village surrounds the spirit, so fulvous in appearance,in their nightly revelry, try to desperatelyforget the inky, sable, Black. But in so doing, to keep close to the restthe individual is lost amongst the uttercacophony, the complete discord of the crowd.It is in that moment, in which a person feels com
ActressAnd so, another Hell begins with the setting of the Moon,her glowing form sinking away. Gone is the icy beauty,disappearing into the dark,desperately escaping that ever burning fire.That flame, that glory hog, that devil who shall not be named.It wants all the attention, a spotlight shining forever on it,bellowing brightly “Look at me!” Why does The Lady allow that fiend to hold the spotlight?Why does she let the fool push here around? The answer dear friends, is simpleThe Moon bides her time, waiting for her eternal moment.Waiting for her darkest spotlight, wanting the worldto know . . . that the fiend holds no power.The sky is a stage, with she the true star.