First, Alfred Noyes takes the stage.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight.

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. 

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?

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Now, an inspired mentee.

A bubbling sense of panic, that pierced like needles through the skin.

Too strained to stop, hands frozen, clenched upon the wheel.

A rush of excitement, propels one home.

A physical presence, a tangible weight.

No space for a question, the fit was snug and tight.