WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<The wrong trip>
- It seemed a good plan.
- Travelling far and away,
- But things went awry.
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WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Melodic flow>
- The flow of sweet tune
- Of musical melodies,
- Soulful serenade.
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Patrol>(Extract-2A )
With the loss of our communication device, we knew that any progress to be made by the unit would have be that which we would have to do ourselves.
I had made a decision which had splintered us from the main task force to take up a position which would allow a greater observational and informationary state of control, but leave us to fend for ourselves..
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I was confident that this was the right cause of action to take-"for the sake of the many ..." etc.
.
The group I had selected for the task were those who I could rely upon both in unity and in/with their own autonomy.
Now however, with the loss of the equipment vital to the success of the mission, a fresh impetus and priority was required.
.
We moved with purpose and direction relying on experience and instinct - but I was happy with this.
We made good progress and had become accustomed to the usual noises of our surroundings and in truth gave us a sense of reassurance of normality - until it didn't.
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As we moved through the undergrowth under a cloud of a much dimmed moon there was a moment, a point when the shadow melodies of the might was replaced by an eerie silence.
With the loss of our communication device, we knew that any progress to be made by the unit would have be that which we would have to do ourselves.
I had made a decision which had splintered us from the main task force to take up a position which would allow a greater observational and informationary state of control, but leave us to fend for ourselves..
.
I was confident that this was the right cause of action to take-"for the sake of the many ..." etc.
.
The group I had selected for the task were those who I could rely upon both in unity and in/with their own autonomy.
Now however, with the loss of the equipment vital to the success of the mission, a fresh impetus and priority was required.
.
We moved with purpose and direction relying on experience and instinct - but I was happy with this.
We made good progress and had become accustomed to the usual noises of our surroundings and in truth gave us a sense of reassurance of normality - until it didn't.
.
As we moved through the undergrowth under a cloud of a much dimmed moon there was a moment, a point when the shadow melodies of the might was replaced by an eerie silence.
- Noiseless silence - Fear,
- A mass of darkness drew near,
- With it, would come death
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WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Patrol>(Extract-2B )
Silently signally to my Brothers in arms, we moved into formation.
So often practised, we attuned to our relative defensive positions and dug in.
Each knowing our role and trusting in the others capabiltes we were united in focused attention.
I sensed a change in the aroma around us.
Subtle though it was, the familiar scent of a man-made rather than natural making was evident.
The noise of rustling undergrowth and paced progress through it's obstruction was ordered,
Although there was a precision of care, the disruption heard made each of us nervy.
This being said, it was this edge that stimulated an all-important alertness
I knew there would be a moment when I'd have to make a decision that would have a lasting consequence for both myself, and a number of others.
Silently signally to my Brothers in arms, we moved into formation.
So often practised, we attuned to our relative defensive positions and dug in.
Each knowing our role and trusting in the others capabiltes we were united in focused attention.
I sensed a change in the aroma around us.
Subtle though it was, the familiar scent of a man-made rather than natural making was evident.
The noise of rustling undergrowth and paced progress through it's obstruction was ordered,
Although there was a precision of care, the disruption heard made each of us nervy.
This being said, it was this edge that stimulated an all-important alertness
I knew there would be a moment when I'd have to make a decision that would have a lasting consequence for both myself, and a number of others.
- I steadied myself,
- I moved into sharp, stealth mode,
- Waiting, for the dawn
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Colour change>
- Red and Yellow - Bright,
- Grey turns to BLACK - upon night,
- Colours change the mood
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
<Ladies choice>
- She entered the room,
- Many men would make their play,
- The lady had choice
WOLF ANGEL
A Fool on the Hill
The sense of Nothing (SHORT: .1.)
"I hear No sound – the silence it grows,
I see No vision – just an opaque of glow,
I taste No fare – nor food do I eat,
I smell No flavour – no aroma, that is sweet.
"I hear No sound – the silence it grows,
I see No vision – just an opaque of glow,
I taste No fare – nor food do I eat,
I smell No flavour – no aroma, that is sweet.
- --- I feel a sense of Nothing"