The golden sunset — People race down the highway Missing G-d’s light show

Not a soul in sight — A flash, blinded on my right; Driver unaware!

The witching hour — Wolves encompass to attack, The hunter takes aim.

Fear rips through me — Eyes closed accelerating The opossum lives

the thin black line — it holds the light of the moon upon the smooth neck

the circles blue light — glistens upon her smooth face the necklace shines bright