The macabre ascend from vanilla and pool in crimson.

the ones in their own space
the ones who lack grace

Your boots have walked a rugged terrain in landscape and thought Your boots have carried a restless body and beleaguered soul Your boots have seen action and stillness May you hang those boots in memory but forever walk in a fierce peace

  In the shadows of the bleachers, in the laughs of children at play, down by the water is where the monsters lay One by one they call to the innocent, come here my children, come hither In the lights that dim as the darkness falls, the monsters hurry the monsters call One child fair […]

Barefoot, the ground cold but soothing, relaxing, ending.