Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
"Invalid Entry" memories out of the past reverberate through corridors of cold hydrogen; interstellar engines die in subspace leaving crews and passengers stranded in the darkness of between. Haunted places hold memories of old crimes that, like endlessly looping cassette tapes replay for tourist dollars. Haunted the Bird Cage reverberates with the song of dice and the whirl of a Roulette Wheel; a headless cowboy walks past and the aroma of Charoots scent the air. Haunted shadows walk through the door of yesterday onto the stage of today, pause to allow us a fleeting glimpse, and exit into tomorrow leaving behind more questions then we can answer. Haunted on a windless day a door opens to allow a recently buried friend into the house. Haunted wars leave behind the souls of those so quickly killed that the don't realize their bodies are decomposing in unmarked graves. Haunted by the fear that their bodies would wash ashore and go unburied sailors pierced their ears and inserted gold rings as payment for Christian burials. ** Image ID #1382532 Unavailable ** |