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Death Stalks.

Dark secrets hidden in the soul

Lost hope devours futures whole.

The beauty of the mountainside

Hold darkness that covers wide.

Fears are waterfalls hidden deep

Death stalks there, touching all

Leaving wife and son weep.

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The above artwork is by André Mangabeira. He created this stunning piece by using charcoal and pastels on a moleskin sketchbook.
André based it on a scene from the Turkish movie – ‘Once upon a time in Anatolia’.

I read the plot and followed Andre’s lead basing a short poem on the essence of the story.

Do visit André’s blog.

André has kindly given me permission to use this piece of artwork.

Lord of the Deep: TechNick.

It was after the second ritual and before Jan’s exploration that I ran into our technician.He was half way up the corridor between the temple and the dining room. To be honest he was as surprised as I was that he had got so far… Mind you he is a very strong willed young man.

He asked if I had seen his mum , I hadn’t, could I help, yup a glass of water would be great.

So I got us both one, he sat down at a convenient chair and table and I asked where his wheelchair was, back in the temple! I told him to stay put and I would get it. He started protesting about me not being strong enough..

For once I was at an advantage and said I’d manage and scooted off before he could say more.

He was right the wheelchair was much too heavy for me but as luck would have it two of the companions where around. One being a gentleman carried it up the two short flights of stairs for me.

When I got back our tech was ready and refreshed and Briony and I pushed him down to the temple.

After that it just so happened that we shared our meals at the same table . Just talking to our tech taught me a great deal. His attitude to life, sense of humour. He was so open letting me see that though no a bed of roses life is good.

Talking about everyday things and his extraordinary travels and experiences just reinforced what a great guy he is. A huge credit to his Mum Sue. Even if he was not quite at home with the dance of the seven veils.

Thank you Nick you have helped me a great deal.

We are tested by the gods

Things beyond our ken

Enduring pain like rods

Not reaching the expectations of men.

Guided by the mind and soul

If we are strong then we are whole.