My Footsteps EchoA Poem by papaedResponse to a challenge to use ten wordsMY FOOTSTEPS ECHO I stand, hiding in the shadows breathing slowly, I await my prize My flat black robe with hood and belt My face a mask, my hand on scythe Her figure strolls the shadowed street Drunkenly approaching my lair I step out, calmly strike my pose I savor the moonlit wet air I stand before her, a promise That precious moment that I crave Her mouth a rictus of surprise Her thoughts of situation grave The moment stretches to action No digging, no dragging, no chase Wild eyes dart for cover or escape Just a clean sweep of scythe through space In her I see your sneering face A powerful joyous revulsion throat-ripping, primal, panicked screaming Victim to a deadly compulsion I study your bloody corpse I turn my back, consider the tally Moon sparkling in a pool of blood My slow footsteps echo up the alley © 2015 papaedFeatured Review
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14 Reviews Added on March 4, 2015 Last Updated on March 9, 2015 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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