Title: One Man's Poetry

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Rating: G

Dedicated to: purple_shoes, she who inspires through conversation and ignites thoughts and plots like kindling.

SG-1 trudged onward through the field's knee-high grass, continuing on as night fell. In the time it took them and set up camp, they would be able to make it to the Stargate. As the sun vanished, the moon rose in the air above them. Jack tilted his head back and paused, watching the pock-marked moon roll into view.

"Cold hearted orb that rules the night, removes the colors from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white, but we decide which is right and which is an illusion."

Sam blinked, surprised. "Shakespeare?"

Daniel shook his head, smiling. "Moody Blues."