A poem of darkest fantasy.

http://www.writewords.org.uk/archive/12178.asp

Still hoping that someone will read this.

JB

James,

I really like this poem. Not really sure what it's about, but for me I think maybe the lowlands are hell, and the stranger riding the ghost of a horse is the devil.

I particularly like the line -But no sunshine will kiss this wasteland again, it conjures up a really desolate cold place.

Well done

Kat