My words stutter And die As I catch That look in your eye It speaks of doom And shattering egos -Kel Dayheart

March Forward

Hold my hand As I walk here Terrified with each new step But slowly I move on -Kel Dayheart


Feeling the wheels Beneath me slip No longer controlled   Adrenaline pumping As I endeavor Not to panic   It does not work -Kel Dayheart

Scared Stiff

It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before Turning now in fright Suddenly, as quick as quick can be Shadows cast an eerie desire -Kel Dayheart


His feeling of injustice Forces him to carry on To never quit riding Though his vision is impaired To seek what has been cut from him   So my sweets, be careful where you treed For the huntsman demands a new head -Kel Dayheart

Blind Eye

Screams in the night Go unanswered As people quietly- Carefully turn out the lights And pretend they are not home -Kel Dayheart

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