Footsteps From Behind
I hear the footsteps coming from behind;
approaching faster, they are coming near.
It’s weighing heavy on my doubtful mind,
and filling me with ghastly dreadful fear;
I’m praying that I’m not the one assigned.
And o’er my shoulder I can see him now;
his blacken hood and frightful silhouette,
and as I run the sweat doth flow from brow.
I must keep moving lest I might regret;
to let him catch me I must not allow.
But if it’s me he comes for on this day,
can I accept the fate befallen me,
and am I ready to be led away,
and have my spirit endlessly set free,
and flesh and bone to earth a castaway?
March 6, 2018
Contest: Fate's Footfalls
Sponsor: John Lawless
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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