spirit

only the dead man
knows the sound of horses hooves.
four men in black hoods.

dreams are coming true.
wooden stage to silver screen.
joining the dream team.

the heart is a drum
that thrums my journey’s cadence.
scuffed knees bloody crumbs.

the seat of boredom
grows spikes as the sand trickles.
journey moves along.

from the gray stone wall.
what hinges upon the henge?
the long faced gray men?

monsters from the deep
are more terrifying than
the ones you keep close.