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AND THERE WAS SILENCE. Didn't feel like much of a hero. OVER THE ROCKY CRAGS OF SUNRISE MOUNTAIN ...I was scared to death. THE METROPOLIS LAY IN RUINS. What the fuck else did I have to do? A NORMAL MAN WOULD HAVE FLED, How was I gonna find anything in this shithole? FOLLOWING THE CORRIDOR HE MOVED SLOWLY, I stared at the scene unfolding in disbelief. WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WERE THESE THINGS? I did...I hoped it ran right off the fucking track! AND SO FRIENDS THE TALE ENDS WITHOUT END. Copyright J. Raymond Davis THANK YOU DANIEL WRIGHT for the VOCAL TALENT!!
THE LANDSCAPE UNFOLDED IN FRONT OF HIM LIKE A NIGHTMARE
EVERYTHING WAS DEAD...AND BROKEN.
THE SKY WAS A CRIMSON DREAM,
MORE DEATH THAN BEAUTY
AND OUR HERO TRUDGED ON...
TOWARD THE RUINS OF THE NEON METROPOLIS.
My family was most likely dead,
and the red sky made me wonder,
if I would live or die.
But my boomstick was loaded,
my machete strapped to my side.
The leaders said we would survive this,
but deep within...I knew they lied.
HE STOOD LOOKING DOWN UPON THE CITY OF SIN.
SMOKE CURLED FROM RIOT-INDUCED FIRES
NOW UNTENDED...THE CITY BURNED.
PROMISES OF A UTOPIA WERE CRUSHED
LIKE GRAVEL BOULDERS IN A LANDSLIDE.
WITH GREAT COURAGE HE ENTERED THE EMPTY CITY.
My courage had taken a backseat.
Bravery was riding like a shotgun sidekick,
and I walked upon the cracked streets.
The ghosts of screams encompassed me,
as stopped to procure some whiskey
Grabbed a red box and a naked lady bic,
ventured out to see what I could see.
A MASS OF OVERTURNED CARS AND BUSTED GLASS.
HE STOOD AMID A TANGLE OF DOWNED POWER LINES,
TRANSFIXED ON A SPLINTERED WOODEN SIGN.
SURVIVORS UNDERGROUND IT READ.
WITH AN ARROW POINTING TO AN UNCOVERED MANHOLE.
WOULD HE VENTURE INTO THE BOWELS OF THE CITY?
I approached with a caution bordering on concern.
Vultures circled like hawks overhead,
and the city continued to burn.
Darkness...beckoning me like an old friend.
I descended with trepidation into the sewers,
where I was greeted with unearthly silence.
and a dagger split head badly skewered.
AND RAN SCREAMING MAD INTO THE STREETS.
THIS MAN HOWEVER HAD AN AGENDA TO KEEP.
TO RALLY THE SURVIVORS OF THIS CHAOS!
TO HELP THE DYING SOULS LEFT TO BLEED.
FOR HE STILL CARRIED THE FAINTEST OF TORCHES,
THAT HE MIGHT SEE HIS FAMILY AGAIN.
Dark, dank and skittering with rats.
All of a sudden a torch fired up,
Illuminating the tunnel , low and flat.
Against all reason I moved forward,
as the corridor up ahead came to a T.
A grey man-looking thing flashed by,
and I pulled out my shotgun unready to flee.
TOWARD THIS TUNNELS END.
HEARING THE RUMBLE OF MACHINERY ON THE RIGHT,
HE STRODE WITH THE HEART OF A HERO.
UNTIL HE CAME TO A METAL DOOR.
TURNING THE WHEEL VALVE SLOWLY
HE STARED IN DISBELIEF...AT THE SCENE UNFOLDING.
Hey...Is there an echo in here?
I could make out a strange rudimentary train,
and ashen creatures that fueled my fear.
They reminded me of the crazies
from that movie, Escape from New York.
Hell...Where's Snake Plisken when you need him?
Then one looked at me, waved, and my fueling fear sparked.
HE WONDERED IN HIS SHATTERED MIND
WERE THEY ALIENS OR MONSTERS
AND HAD THEY BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME?
HE HAD HEARD OF MORLOCKS, FANCIFUL TALES.
AS THE TRAIN STARTED TO RUMBLE OUT OF SIGHT,
HE COULDN'T HELP BUT HOPE IT DERAILED.
Despite the benevolent wave.
The cavern around me resembled a machine shop,
would I ever get out of this cave?
The surface world seemed to hold no clues
so I wandered down that stretch of bone track.
Not knowing what terror was in store.
Only knowing I could never go back.
DOES OUR HERO TRIUMPH IN HIS EFFORTS
OR GIVE IN TO THE MADNESS AND PAIN?
FOR I CAN TELL YOU HE LIVES TO FIND THE WAY.
HE HAS THE HEART OF A MACHINIST
AND THE SOUL OF A POET...
BUT THAT MY FRIENDS...IS A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY.
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MUCH LUV,
Steff
much luv,
Steff aka "Eyes"
Forman Lauren says...
Absolutely engrossing..... as is all your work! Another example of why I stand, transfixed, in awe of your talent!
Absolutely engrossing..... as is all your work! Another example of why I stand, transfixed, in awe of your talent!
Jim,
It is truly an honor to be one of the colors with which you painted this portrait.
Anytime, brother... anytime.
Daniel
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