A slice of night fell hard into my dreams,
Its touch so cold, it froze my sleeping heart.
All heaven echoed with my silent screams,
As frigid darkness tore my dream apart.
Where once I walked in light beneath the sky,
With fragrant clouds of heather all about,
I now raced ‘cross the moors, a raven’s cry,
Near deafened by the icy-cold wind's shout.
Though sword of crimson ice was in my hand,
Held ready to defend or to attack,
I swiftly fell, and sprawled on frozen sand,
Lay completely defenseless on my back.
But, I will rise again, to stand and fight,
Until I overcome that slice of night.
Mick McKellar
February 2015
Loss of friend or family always hits you like a slice of night. It is necessary to battle the darkness, to fight against that slice of night.
Mick
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