We played this game in messages to each other very recently, did we not? Oh, on a much smaller scale, of course, and with much less beautiful words than those you have used here, my friend. i.e., “Ah, the sweet smell of success! Or is it the success of sweet smells? etc.” Yes? I like this version much better. You added beauty to it, and made it much more intimate and meaningful. What we did before was meaningless fluff, now a silk purse from a poet’s ear.

I am a fan of Poe’s I like how you changed each stanza around like that;))

Winners are grinners…..even fictional ones.
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Showing your true self is easy at 3am.

Like this one.

This hurts. a lot of deep meaning behind this.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Wow the pain and hurt in your words cut deep my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Too many ghosts, too many horrors in that field, Neville. I can imagine if you look close enough, you can see blood mingling with the grass, feel the stabs and thrusts, hear the screams. A place where even a blue sky, soaring hawks, and warm sun, cannot make this place feel safe, welcoming.

Beautifully written Neville.

Curt

Although seemingly it was just a field, it was also one of those rather special places I happened to stumble upon that had its own very strong atmosphere .. a bit like Lourdes, or Deeley Plaza (for me anyway) .. and it was only afterwards when I did a spot of research that I found out about the history .. I can still feel it now as I type this thank you .. Thanks a million Curt .. Neville 😎👍