Stepping out from the shadows
Somber
Quiet
With glossy eyes turning,
moonlight flashing, twinkling,
reflecting off them

Marbled and gray, he's lost
He's not really there

a figment
an illusion

Never existing

He's a myth, he's a fable
But his truth, his purpose, the moral to his story
overwhelms you and I
Transcending all

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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