From: squacken@zephyr.cair.du.edu (The Black Dreaming Unicorn)
Subject: #7 of Blackmist 
Keywords: condolences
Organization: University of Denver
Date: Mon, 13 Apr 92 22:35:54 GMT

and they just keep on rolling



243)    *The Walk*
 By the water we stand
 Walking hand and hand
 Laughing at the jokes we made
 laying in the maple's shade
 watch the water ripple
 and listen to me giggle
 remember the moment you spent
 with me by the rivers edge
 wander on a path that goes on and on
 remember the moment for soon I will be gone
 As you watch the duck go floating by
 and rain slowly falls from the sky..

 Far away I am
 but still we both can talk
 and reminisce about the day
 you took me for that walk
        11/11/91





245)  *the poets seat*

 When the poet takes her seat
 upon the tripod of the Muse
 Peace descends upon the world
 and armies call a truce

 As she sits upon her seat
 words and thoughts fill her mind
 images and words come together
 as lines with rhythm and rhyme...

 Image after image of long lost dreams
 a line, a phrase, and then another
 quickly she writes the verse
 as they come together

 All turn and wait
 for the poets words
 Loud and Clear she speaks
 to make sure that she is heard.

 Then, when all is written down 
 she steps down and sighs...
 chaos continues where it left off
 and up goes the battle cries..
 
 She paint a picture with every word
 of ancient mystic lands...
 When Knights fought for chivalry
 And In Death, became a  MAN....
       11/11/91

246)   *Signs of Winter*
 Walk along a path
 beneath the towering trees
 try to walk silently
 among the fallen leaves

 Hear the distant honking
 of the flying geese
 As they start their yearly trek
 to the far South East

 Feel the chilly winds
 of the coming storms
 watch the bushy squirrel hunt
 for tiny seeds and acorns

 Walk beside the lake
 Steam rises from the surface
 Crystals form beneath your feet
 As snow falls upon your face

 Walk along a path
 see how the trees have changed
 These are signs of winter
 In our majestic mountain range
            11/11/91
247)  *What I write about*

 I write about the fantasy
 of things that might have been
 Of a world with out reality
 and how this world will end

 I write about the spirits
 I call them from their graves
 I speak to many who have passed
 As warriors, strong and brave...

 I write about the troubles
 I see them every day
 I feel the strain every time
 They decide to cross my way.

 I write about the darkness
 A world with out light
 for this is where my heart does live
 hidden by the night

 One day I will write
 About the love I have shared
 Of the arms that hold me tight
 and the man that really cared...

 But now I write about
 the lonely path I walk
 Leaving happiness behind me
 and through this darkness I will stalk.
    11/24/91 2 AM...
      Written By BlackMist the Sleepless



248) *Death Rider*
Late at night I ride
the stallion with no hide
A remnant of what it used to be..
The skeleton beneath my knees..

Bits of hair remains...
Of its once beautiful silky mane..
And the hollows that will never see
the grass that once was green...

With each step it takes..
It leaves terror in its wake..
A steed once draped in gold...
Now a ghastly sight to behold.

And I ride this steed of mine
upon the ancient paths of time..
Dreams are shattered and destroyed
Beneath his feet like little toys..

Together we ride in search of those
with destinies fulfilled to collect their souls
Delivering them to what will be
their resting place for eternity...

And all shall Fear this steed of mine
As we collect each soul in line..
For I am the Death Rider of this land..
A Deadly Bane to each Living man...
  11/24/91