Death Seeks His Muse .... A Novella .... An essay on Power

Truth floats through gauzy mists. Cynicism is wrapped in soft cloth. There is fear, intimidation, loss. There is ecstasy, the traps of history, of identity, of territory, of belief. There is passion. There is wisdom. There are kills. Histories with long roots, many mothers, unyielding fathers. There are neon lit nights and a strong dose of tough; memories, cold hard facts. Mean and lust are tempo. There is myth. There are back alleys, dark places. Depression America. Mid century America. World Wars. Modern times. A panorama of decades. A strange, hard, tough country with life full and intimidation fast and heat coming as a whippet, a whirlwind. Decades. A crooked mirror showing on force, intimidation, kills, want, ambition, politics, justice, conflict, power. Strength. Swirling plays for the depths of men?s souls. The world an art. Back alleys. Aphrodisiacs with coldness of purpose, nights of intimidation. Time a strange longing myth. Winners win. Losers do not. Iconic Death seeks his muse.