Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A Figure in the Dark
Theodore R. Miller

A lone dark figure stalks the streets
Those eerily quiet streets
His past a blank
His future uncertain
With only his goal in mind
The sounds of the night known to none but he
Off in the distance a dog lets loose with a cry of defense
The solitary streetlamps, each with its own domain
To keep at bay the oppressive darkness
His somber pace carries him along
Till he reaches the peak of a hill
The sea of lights before him
And raises his arms to sky as he cries:
“Alas, a sorry fate for mankind that none should look upon this glorious sight but I!”
As the stars watched silently, as though they were the gods…

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