As I flutter at first then
suddenly break into a mad dash.
My body smashes through
many faces of broken masks.
Each on grimmer then the
one preceding it.

My mind rushes as I try
sprint through the madness,
and I scream out of pure fear.
I try to make it past the
end of this bleak and horrid
corridor.

Only to realize that my black
darkling wings can only
fly so long before I
must stop in front of
these horrid gastely images.
My wings cling to my body
as sweat drenches my soul.

Each feather dances as they
rain down against my
poor and empty case of flesh.
The tickle like soft velvet,
but sadly I look away.
As I watch my barren wings
no longer holding still.

And yet I feel the majestic
October breeze burning in
my forever nightly soul.
I stumble past the dark
and weary faces.

I realize I am no longer afraid,
and I gently slide my hands
to unhook my face to add to
the many masks before me.

10/02/2003

Posted on 10/03/2003
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