The Ghost That Travels Far
There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . .
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the valley floor.
He surges on through deep of night
and rolls along the shore.
And through the forest -
pressing on -
he wraps his cloak round trees.
The wanderers in empty woods
will feel much less at ease.
Then along a wall he creeps,
or climbs a city stair.
In seconds, traffic crawls with him.
Pedestrians, take care!
For those on foot within the fringe
of Phantom’s murky cape
will sense a chill -
the apparition’s breath upon their nape.
I wonder what this specter seeks;
what answer that he needs. . .
impelling him
to travel far
before his gloom recedes.
Previously For Thvia Shetley's
"Clever Analogies if you please!"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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