From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sunset
Date: Mon Aug 22 08:55:06 1994
The Black sits at the line
Mocking me
It knows 
It knows

The black awaits the turning sphere
Stalking me
It grows
It grows

For an instant, Black and white
Join at the hip to create a vibrant cascade of beauty
But the Black continues with a ferocious might
Only mere fragments of white are scattered into the dark sea.

It cannot be escaped
It cannot be denied
It knows 
It knows

When the white returns, the black will fight
It must peresevere with all it's might
It grow
It grows

It must.


This is the last of my poems.  I'll write more but that's it for now.  I 
hope you liked them but if you don't, I don't mind.

Thanx for reading.

-Pele-