by compound complex 1 Replies latest jw friends
Today I awoke from dreams of nocturnal flight,
Hoping they might take me through the day and
Lift me skyward, though now fully awake.
E'er a child at heart and full of hope, I left my perch
And begged Icarus that he should hear my plea to
Enter that realm where once he briefly sailed.
Head bowed, I spoke my heart, cast my eyes toward
The eternal sun and lifted off an earth that gave way
To a boy who dared dream what could not be . . .
To Wes Craven
A broad smile plays on my face, my nerves jangling
Fingers fluttering, I press play.
I shouldn't like this but I do.
Shadows and scraping and a young girl gets butchered.
A body, limp in a body bag, gets dragged down the hallway and
Leaves a snail trail of blood.
Savage, sick, sexually perverted ...
The cornered teen gulps for air as
The clawed hand moves closer, closer.
There is much entertainment in the watching of nightmares.
Wes Craven (1939 - 2015).
Gone but not forgotten.
