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Array ( [sid] => 103017 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Footsteps [time] => 2005-08-08 20:03:27 [hometext] => reflections are everything... to those who care to look. [bodytext] =>
Sitting on the sill,
Looking out on darkness,
And a path of light.

Nothing is moving,
On the barren wasteland,
Of ice and snow

But then I see holes,
In the white clouds,
That lie on the floor,

Someone has been here.

I follow with my eyes,
Keen in the dark,
To a shadow,

‘Tis only a reflection,
From the shattered glass,
Or so I think.

Until I see it move.
Closer,
Closer,

Edging nearer,

Walking toward me,
Calling me out,
Out into the darkness.

Staying off the path,
Closer,
Closer,

Nearer he comes still,
As I watch in silence,
From my window pane

Not flinching in the least,

Stone could not stand more stiffly,
A glossy gaze watches,
And waits to make the move.

He stops,
My eyes widen,
I raise a hand slowly to the glass,

As I do,
He does,
He’s mimicking me!

Copying my every move,

Reflection of fear,
Shocked,
Amazed.

But then I realize,
That I am him,
And he is me,

But then I’m not so sure,
Because the next thing I know,
He’s gone.

Only footsteps remain. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AshRayne [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Footsteps

Contributed by AshRayne on Monday, 8th August 2005 @ 08:03:27 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Sitting on the sill,
Looking out on darkness,
And a path of light.

Nothing is moving,
On the barren wasteland,
Of ice and snow

But then I see holes,
In the white clouds,
That lie on the floor,

Someone has been here.

I follow with my eyes,
Keen in the dark,
To a shadow,

‘Tis only a reflection,
From the shattered glass,
Or so I think.

Until I see it move.
Closer,
Closer,

Edging nearer,

Walking toward me,
Calling me out,
Out into the darkness.

Staying off the path,
Closer,
Closer,

Nearer he comes still,
As I watch in silence,
From my window pane

Not flinching in the least,

Stone could not stand more stiffly,
A glossy gaze watches,
And waits to make the move.

He stops,
My eyes widen,
I raise a hand slowly to the glass,

As I do,
He does,
He’s mimicking me!

Copying my every move,

Reflection of fear,
Shocked,
Amazed.

But then I realize,
That I am him,
And he is me,

But then I’m not so sure,
Because the next thing I know,
He’s gone.

Only footsteps remain.

Copyright Â© AshRayne ... [ 2005-08-08 20:03:27]
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Re: Footsteps (User Rating: 1 )
by RPFARGONE on Monday, 8th August 2005 @ 09:11:56 PM AEST
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THIS IS OUTSTEANDING YOU HAVE A WAY WITH WORDS MY ONLY ?? IS WHO WAS HE!!

Re: Footsteps (User Rating: 1 )
by rockergirl94 on Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 12:32:25 AM AEST
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Words so familiar, but yet so fresh. The mirror concept has been used so many times before, but you put a new spin on it.

Your poem was really descriptive- as I read it, I can really see the events happening in my mind.

I really liked your ending line, it left the reader off on a deep note, wondering about the true meaning behind those words.

Only footsteps remain...

- Julie

Re: Footsteps (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 01:24:37 PM AEST
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A chilling peice compelling 2 read well done . . .

Ben

Re: Footsteps (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Friday, 24th February 2006 @ 06:23:51 PM AEST
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A thrilling write very well penned. I like the way you bring this across to ur reader. You leave them in suspense and on the edge of their seats. Well done ~*Ash*~
*warm hugs*
~sue~

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