NEW: Ghost Walk.

 

There was a silence under the crescent moon, one that he knew would never, could never be repeated, not in the same way as tonight. 

Tonight was a ghost time, a time when there was a silence on the land below the moon - a silence so still, that the ghosts of men walked confidently as shades, sometimes more. This was the time when the ghosts of soldiers, farmers, wanderers - travelled the old pathways, some of which still existed, others long gone. But in the silence, the shaded feet of ghosts knew all the pathways of the land, all that there ever were. And so they walked - dislocated from life, from time and memory - walking the pathways of themselves and their ancestors.

And although still alive, or so it seemed to him, he would become part of the ghost walk tonight, he would walk with the forgetful dead, silently under the sharp crescent moon, sitting as it did in the night sky - remote and as brutal as a twisted bleached bone.