BG games on a change of season a change of reasoning from hot & sweaty to bundled and not so ready for darkness to fall earlier each day and dawn is delayed later …….later ………….. later with each passing day an irritable ill-temper
BG be your super hero yesterday’s dream exploded bursting the bubble the bits & fragments ricocheting off the walls creating a sound that penetrated the day piercing the noiselessness shattering the fantasy a small voice called for help but could not be found
the tempest you fill and rebuild i reclaim my domain distressing an undressing revealing layers not treasures that had been buried sand castles washed away the fearless & brave forge into the waves wishing not to look back and see the damages
that 1 day you had a name you had fame before these walls were left with empty halls you were grand seemingly taller yet standing no higher a perfect posture your façade was like a face no blotches
not to die a portal to the past an awakening of lasting memories buried by the rubble opening the door the darkened window seeing the light as never before it wasn’t a war that turned this to
eye on the prize she never taking her eyes off the target dives head first without concern of the outcome the result out weighs the consequences letting no distraction catch her eye keeping interferences
