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