He lurks in the dark
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Like a sneaky shadow,
he follows the sound of your traces.
He moves in a slithery manner,
his poise an unfathomable manner.
Behind his veil is a wounded soul,
inside his heart a deepening quagmire.
He is trapped in a whirling gyration,
he seems to have lost his way home.
Yet he remembers the smell of terror,
the taste of lingering chill too.
Like a crippled soldier though,
his steel of determination refuses to buckle.
Perhaps he can win,
yet hope is all he have.
He takes a good look in the mirror,
he could see many reflections.
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