The Ghostlike shapes surrounds us like sword bearing wraiths from another earth.
We keep trudging forward, lost , blind but determined. Determined to the similar likes of
Adolf Hitler or Himmler...Death.

Travelling through swamp and bog, we hold hands the whole way through the darkness,
never letting go. Like Romeo and Juliet, still holding hand after death.
Walk on. Our time has almost come to pass. Let up hope we have time.

Darkness, eyes, sounds
You....Me. A fake Eternity.


Jordan