Welcome to Wildrel in Glass; this site is dedicated to my father Wildrel and his art work Passion DEATH REWRITTEN Death is a tingling sound A hollow echo sliding down A kiss from the gargling throat An arid deserts parch dry note But fear not when the death wagon comes rolling in It's only a pause, a sigh, a grin I, who stand in great nights, Tremble in fear and in delights Who lies in a lie and lies With angels who come to realize There's fear not when the death wagon comes rolling in It's only a pause, a sigh, a grin Magi LIKE FALLEN ANGELS Like Fallen angels and imps in anger the train rolls along carrying jewels of happiness to the four corners of every emotion but like fallen angels and imos in anger they quickly pass into a non-objective world Madonna & Child THE MIDNIGHT RIDERS The midnight riders headless as they are scream and cry down toward misery to victory lonesome, dancing, sword-swallowing creatures of the night shout words of freedom to mummified citizens of a free world as the night ends Madonna