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It’s Darkest…

His breath…
turned to frost,
on the blades of grass…
Stars…
like pinpricks, in the heavens.
Seemed only Inches
from his face.
His body merged with the planet,
And he made his peace with God.
Then he was up and moving…
Forward…
ever forward.
Fear and trepidation surged,
Into adrenalin.
And the night came alive….
With flashes of coloured light,
Bringing death…

Before the dawn.