Valley of Bones (Hour 11)

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

Second Wind

Stuck in a whirlwind Of cataclysmic proportions I blow like a tornado And each and every thought That crosses my mind Screams out! Out of the pain Out of the shattered promises Splattered hopelessly Sharp like broken glass No more pain No more holding the…