This edition of Dark Prose features; leaving by Spider42, lighting by Spider42, and Frozen by Insomnis. Please read, and let them know if you enjoy their writings.
leaving by Spider42
The rain pounds the windows
Washing them clean
Like his soul
Tainted by the human race
To emerge clean and whole
The day he was
Born naiveté intact
That is his hope.
It is happening again
The opening of soul to
Another
To smash
Against proverbial rocks
Why do they all leave, die?
lighting by Spider42
The lightening flashes across the prairie
Flickering in and out like so
Many burnt out neon signs
The thunder rages in her ears
She sits
Watching mesmerized
Wanting to fly across the land
With such speed
To be so loud
Everyone hears.
Frozen by Insomnis
Why can’t there be a fire going
Instead of sitting in the cold
Solid, still and no juice flowing
Joints and bones seem rather old
Mind is slowing, breath is short
Like a dragon in the ice
Heart is beating, thrusting, no
The fire would be rather nice
To say the bloody least