Hammered To The Cross by Rick Ryckman

Over this frozen winter the ice growls.
Facing the darkness it envelops me.
Trembling with my back against the wall.
The time shatters my solitude.
There are so many memories from the past.
I hear the banshee wail their echoes on the wind.
My nightmare sends me through the doors of illusion.
Traveling through the looking glass.
A wave of sadness crashes into me.
The terrain across my domain is harsh.
Death will take me with no boundaries.

Meridian (71.241.15.210) -- Friday, September 22 2006, 01:52 am

ggggoood
It's like a bunch of emotions coming in at once. Different waves of feelings bogging you down.
Another beautiful painting. Time to roll out the poet's red carpet for you to make your entrance, because this is da bomb! Lovely Rick, just lovely!

Rick Ryckman (71.97.25.80) -- Friday, September 29 2006, 02:37 am

Meridian Zuriel
Your words were the first I received and I am truly grateful for them. Your kind words brought tears to my eyes. I often wondered what people really thought about the lines I layed down. Thank you.

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