Session+One.+23rd+March



A large stone statue In the evening Buildings casting shadows Dark colours, with flashes of bright Silence, but a loud train in the background Smoke from the train War Two men arguing A large block of cement grey colouring Shadowed by a building unnoticed A woman sitting outside With a confused look she's silent Birds flying The air is still The train is passing



Chocolate coloured skin Early morning sunrise A world awakening Journey to church Green, yellow, brown Nature Cows lowing, grass swishing Birds calling, hoofs clopping Muffled sounds Fresh cut grass Silver dew, turned up earth Nature Sunday morning dute Smart clothes on Respectful silence A hallered ox Unyielding wood Around his neck Still smiling A second house Clutching on the skyline Puffing smoke rings A young baby A protective mother Left in its cot, sleeping Church doors open Choir singing Duty fulfilled.

SUNDAY MORNING.

The cow clops down the dusty road. When the sun is rising from it's sleep. Its colours are dancing across the grass. I can hear the worn hooves of the cow Scraping along the long, long road. The clammy air i'm taking into my lungs. I'm perched on a carriage being pulled by the old cow. My family is with me. I spot our destination, the church. Its gravestones hard and cold Lining the hillside, belonging to our loved ones put to rest. My parents are talking behind me, they don't want me to hear But the cow just keeps on walking, walking Down the dusty road.



Evening, the time of elegance Dark and pale colours Like an expensive black-tie event The gentle breeze makes the perfectly cut trees rustle The distant sounds of traffic disrupt the still night. The stench of old fashioned cars covers the town, Each holding a couple inside, dressed just as expensively as the next. The old but not elderly couple stand Ready after an afternoon of preparation About to leave the house for the night. Stepping into a new, fancy world. The lady's nails Show the only colour Bright red to match the precious ring on her finger. A small step is on the right Joining the short path to the front door The driver escorts the couple to the old fashioned car The couple leave To join the line of traffice Only to return At midnight.



The chokee's last breath, scarred by her evil eyes As the entanglement of limbs steals one's heart. A silent eye captures one glimpse At the last breath, last pulse, last beat.

The four walls like sea waves of neverending repetition Foamy green checks and walks with hidden secrets, A struggle almost silent, a vicious hiss, Two grimaces of different calibre's, the both scream DEATH!

The smell of secrecy, innocence, unfaithfulness As she kills him, his sweat leaving a perspiring trail. Her eyes, they could be crying, tears of anguish and despair. His eyes, blank with worry, concern. Does he know this is the end?

And again one's eye, hiding this scene. As only the dramatic occurences unfold. The shades of happiness yellow, sunshine blue. Bleak with a terror and forever unscathed.