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Mon, 12 Feb 2007 13:26:09 +0100

This is a poem which I intend to include in one of my 'in the process of making poetry books'. The book may be called- 'poems about everything, anything and something.'

And the poem called-The Knight of the night

In the shdows,
Thats where he'll be,
Hiding there,
For no-one to see.

All hidden deeply,
By fog and mist,
He summons the wind for a gentle kiss.

His eyes sparkle,
Like the stars of the night,
He moves silently,
Out of sight.

When you see him,
You'll feel a cold shiver,
You'll feel the waters,
Of the river.

If you go out,
In the night,
You will see him,
Burning bright.

The 'hoot' of the owl,
The 'scrape of the claw,
The rustling of the bushes,
Thats his law.

He freezes the trunks,
He rips up the leaves,
He digs up the roots,
Swaying in the breeze.

Flutting in the wind,
His deep, black robes,
Encrusted with diamonds,
The stars of those.

He lingers in the sky,
With all his might,
He tries to hold on,
Yet never fails to excite.

He appears everyday,
Dark at night,
So you'll see him,
The Knight of the night.

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Sun, 11 Feb 2007 15:40:03 +0100

Prologue

The man in a white lab coat, known as Danny threw down his clipboard.

“Dinner at last!” he said happily. He had only eaten two bacon sandwiches for his second snack and that had been nearly an hour ago.

He liked his food, mostly because it always consisted of greasy bacon from the mothers and fathers of all fat pigs. Actually, if he didn’t walk on two legs and have a jungle of hair on his head, and he walked into a butcher’s one day he might have been mistaken for a pig himself. And some poor unfortunate bloke sitting in his dining room a hundred miles away – a few weeks later – having his dinner and thought he was tucking into a nice ‘bacon’ sandwich would be spewing his guts out at the amount of fat on his ‘bacon’.

Danny picked up his coat and put it on, and then he grabbed two large rolls of blue paper. He threw them into a safe. He punched in a code onto the keypad, for the safe. The door closed and there was a series of clicking noises. He went across to a computer and entered some codes, so that the safe was rotated, pulled into the wall and then taken underground into a special room constructed of a bomb proof material and reinforced concrete. The room was ‘impenetrable’. Its only weakness was seven different nineteen digit codes to access the safe and a retina scan used to get into the room. And the only people who were supposed to know the codes and whose finger-prints could to access the room were Danny and John Evans, the head of the project since it began 13 years ago.

Danny waited for a final click which sounded moments after the safe was taken underground. He looked at his watch – half past ten. He went to the lights and switched them off. Then he locked the door behind him – automatically switching on the motion sensors, laser tripwires and cameras.

“All this security for a couple of rolls of blue paper with some drawings on! But I suppose those papers are worth a few million, but it’s still stupid – things aren’t exactly going to go ‘bump’ in the night and those silly scraps of paper aren’t going to disappear” Danny thought. He walked away, without a second glance. If he had he would have seen the slim figure dressed all in–black, scan his retina and quietly sneak into the room Danny had just left.

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