Soliloquy:
"What beings lurk out there,
destined forever into the lands of the nether world?
Is it in their eyes that they see us,
watching and waiting for our backs to turn ever slightly,
so that then they may trail us,
and eat the tracks we leave behind?"
Listening, now I hear it,
their macabre wails of old sink into the night.
There is no heat to melt this frost
from my lips, no comfort to shade me from the
touch of those ghastly figures...
and still they tread.
Marching like the dead of Hades,
crushing carnage beneath their withered feet.
How deranged their faces are!!
Night terrors from childhood years seem to grasp me;
I let out a scream, choking
back tears of painful memories.
Dreading, now I fear it,
the corpselike beings make their way through the dark.
Swaying, they move to and fro,
much like a ballet of zombies and they are closer still.
I wish to run, but cannot move...
and now they have me.
Soliloquy:
"What beings lurk out there,
destined forever into the lands of the nether world?
Is it in their eyes that they see us,
watching and waiting for us to disappear like dreams?
Why do they run when they know
that we will always follow them close?"