Shadow landThe Cross stands alonemoss- mantled from point down.A crow lands, black wings flappingcaw- cawing to a high sickle moon.Salt water silver'd..
NightscareLooking back afraid...she hears her breathing,her beating heart zippinglike a bat in her chest....She stops to catch her breathtaste the sal..
Wandering over the beautiful Arnowhere her graceful waters flow...golden rays dance upon Ponte Vecchio...and colorful shops ring rivers of sapphire.Vi..