Darkness.
Bleak-mid-winters day.

This bloody war causing havoc with the electric, we are going to have to buy candles soon with the amount going up into space , interfering with the ozone layer, I’ve got out my old record player . They just do not know what they are dealing with. The Lord said to Moses regarding gazing upon at the stars , yes study them but you’re main purpose is Mother Earth don’t forget that Moses. “The darkest hour is upon us”, Churchill they are having a war like no other, mother is making food to last us all over the summer, testing all the newly built missiles and tanks out to blast all the buildings down in Russia and Ukrainian and now Poland have been attacked and NATO have done nothing about it, regardless of removing the president of Russia who is starting on Poland. It really is a figure eight or red pill , blue pill matrix, We will be in complete darkness for quite sometime and the air we are breathing is toxic, I can taste it at the back of my throat. We surely cannot be taking any food provisions from those War torn countries with the amount of toxic waste going about, we have the new covid variant coming through the air spreading like wildfire, so it’s safer to have our masks on, “the world is but a stage and we are all just merely actors upon it.” Shakespeare.
I feel like we are in movie scene written by Steven Speilburg ;
The figure of 8 🔁

Come on now Peter we all have our cross to bear our own reality and face realism’s as they become naturalism’s here look I’ve found books our eyes will adjust to a small candle to read with and I do not need it to walk around as I can see in the dark just not reading books. I feel the power of darkness brings people together of nature nurture and we will set up our own little family, or large family as it is, it’s never too late for forgiveness and too begin again, even for us, others will be here soon you see.

We are lucky though we may be able to use our eyes without candle, with the light shining though the little gap. It almost looks ghostly doesn’t it Peter, well ethereal should I say it’s almost as if you want to go and acknowledge it, whooooo no it’s not making a sound . I remember having SARS and a chest x ray and that is as exactly what my X rays looked like.
Peters hut, built of logs is ok but I’m worried with all the Gloal warming and the fires we have had raging in our forests it has unnerved me a little, with a porch in the middle, oh here is Anastasia come, come sit on the porch with us Peter has not been too well, with all this new strain of covid he thinks he’s had it himself been really poorly, no sense of smell, and with power outages we have been in the pitch black darkness, we have relied on the moon shining through the gap in the wall. Im not so sure it’s the moon as I think more the ghost of an unsettled beast, I’m not sure if years gone bye when Alice and Peter used to sit by the blazing fire that they didn’t do a ritual too their hearts desire? Katerina was to be married off to some farmer who had money and land but Peter and Alice wanted marriage hand in hand.

So they summons the darkness and the Demon himself to give a wish and sell his own soul and was to give it back on Alice’s death, I’m afraid he’s all out of excuses and must face the consequences. So let’s have this night around the fire as I fear it may be Peters last one before he follows Alice into the ashes , which will blow into the flames of the fire. That is the ritual of one that has sold themselves to the Demon himself, no amount of praying will undo this ritual.
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Dawn Earnshaw
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD




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