My Stalking Shadow

Its not very long.

I strode across a street in a town without a name,

There wasn't a person to be seen as I walked,

But somehow, I was being followed,

He strode quietly, thus, I was being stalked,

 

This person was not a he however,

Or a she, merely an "it",

Wreathed in a black cloth of darkness,

Darker than a bottomless pit,

 

It moved behind me in plain site and did not dare to hide,

I am afraid to admit that this thing did indeed look like me,

But without the details a person could have,

There was no mouth, or nose or eyes to see,

 

Just a blank black blob,

Completely expressionless,

It was tied to my feet,

And not a thing to its name did it posses.

 

 

The End

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