The Silence In-Between Two Notes

The Duel Vs. Self Vs. Fear

Dilated pupils pierces at its canvas of scenery. The cool breeze drifts in the air telling all inhabitants, death approaches under this midnight moon. Emotions non-existent as instinct pumps thru the veins of the soul that lurks in the shadows. Complete blackness swallows any bit of comfort the forest once held, as the clouds embark on the lands security. Precision is what keeps the living, well...living. A rustle in the leaves rattles the oppositions skull. The voices that once were therapeutic now become distorted paranoia. One can never truly understand silence or what is silence till' the outcome has finished in their favor. Silence is surreal once it has been altered. The duel of two souls has begun as both embrace their blades. The wolf that treads the outskirts of its opposition. The monk that sits in solitude, in a trance of its teaching and discipline. The plot has begun. Which tale lives to see its tomorrow? 

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[A. Amos]

Ryan like what I read, portraying silence and disclipine of monk.. Sharp and smart. Good job