| "April Dream" May 1984 | 
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Scene 2 "The Hide"
Motorcycles racing down a once familiar road, round circles and over hills. The Master close behind! With a hundred followers, he rides. With a twist and a scream, we were set free... with nowhere to go. We needed a place to run to, to hide. No one knew who he was, the one that came to lead us through, to the new place, -the Hide. Following, like lambs to the slaughter, no one knew it was he who had ruled before. None save for me! Now they see, too late! The Master has closed the gates, and tortures too great to bear, brought down upon them there. But he doesn't have me yet. I still hold fast to the key. Now I fly like the wind. The Mater, close behind!
[With a few words changed, I added this to my collection of poems.]Copyright 1986, all rights reserved
