Welcome to Horror Rush. Feel free to comment on any of the art you see. This is a place for the homeless, Maybe the lost and wandering. The Stories art and poetry are a reflection of the world we live in and how it deals with us, sometimes good and often not. If you care to send me something inspirational or otherwise I'd be happy to post it here. Give your self a chance to ponder the wont of a dream, a bidden future and the chance of a distant sun, this is Horror Rush and as the title implies there are those things that we have little control over, Maybe this blog will help with the expedition into the unknown.

Will

Monday, 19 March 2012

Full Moon Pale

Ron Koppelberger
Full Moon Pale
Evident by natures of gnarled oak and full
Moon pale, by skies of indigo and stars in
Revolution, the web of clandestined gossamer and
Vaseline told by dander and daisy hearts in summer egress,
Like the dream of falls lyric. A profound, scarce acceptance
In blushing betrothal and rushing streams
Of unbidden ritual.
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