Harbinger

 A black crow sits on top a lone fence post as passing images blur into a mosaic of forgotten dreams lost in the empty miles of a stark and lonely soul. Unable to turn away the crow grows in the minds eye to encompass the whole of the sky as you realize the luminous beauty.of reds, blues, and, greens in the crow's sleek black cloak but then you look into the eyes you once thought black. Your stare is frozen in silence, beads of sweat and fear cover your brow, and you begin to weep for all the broken dreams drowning the future and the past. Blackness is not just a color but an emotion, monsters under the bed, dark and lonely streets, and sometimes the little death of sleep. But the crow's eyes have no emotions hidden behind the blackness, empty of all, a hollow place in your soul where nothing lives or grows, a hole in the universe you fear will pull you in. You weep because you see the ultimate fear, the nothingness we leave behind as we fade into the passing images lost in blurring dreams that never lived.  

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