THE HORDE by Ron Koppelberger

He was backsliding, edging the fray and the horde was under the eyes of accident. He concluded that the Bolero, the entangled symmetry of worship, beautiful solitary worship, was manifest in the course of a shining sun.

The labyrinth of options, how to survive, where to hide and when to follow the recipe for delirious flailing retreat, was an adaptation of whispers, a coquette with the never ending mystery of attack. Transfixed in captured glimpses of black and white, the strobe light flickered and went ash black. Lines of maroon light shoed through the frayed lines of the dance hall exit. Fermented bouquets of wine and the whiskey punch waited in the still air as streamers hung like spiral fingers of swirling thrall in the cloying atmosphere of drunken reverie.

The substance of phantoms, phantasms and ghosts in an evanescent symphony, flittered and revolved around the room. Listening in the darkness, he yielded to the horde, the crowd of promenading spirits, the expressive dance of souls in reverberating passion. He listened to their stories in a procession that whispered the secret seasons of dreamy cascade, the castoffs of the living, the pause between a breath and an exhalation of oblique horizon. They whispered in deathless passage, in the wonder of passing travelers unto the next realm, and he listened recording their stories, the nuance of their lives and the loves worn in shadow and heartbeats of life. The horde, in possession of the next and the hereafter, in sated breaths of fire and untold diversions of essence. They told their stories and the scribe wrote until the last had given his peace, his moment of revelation. Thusly the will of the living is concerned with the will of those who have passed, in thanks for the tales of err and the aspirations of victory.

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Ron is aspiring to become established as a poet and a short story writer. He has written 94 books of poetry over the past several years and 16 novels: He has been submitting his work for the past year and is thrilled by acceptance. He is always looking for an audience. He has published 285 poems and 120 short stories in a variety of periodicals.

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