Walking With Him

November 30, 2010
His hair was as white as snow,
he looked pretty in those robes.
The perfect features,
the perfect face.
It seemed he was so kind,
and could do no wrong.
He smile and laughed,
and beckoned me,
Asked me if i'd come.
I joined him calmly at his side,
deciding to journey for awhile.
If he knew anything,
he seemed to know of me.
He knew my name,
and all that really frightened me.
He seemed to know my family,
and could name off all i loved.
It was odd standing in his presence,
how did he know so much.
I walked on with him,
just wondering how he knew.
He started talking less about me,
and started talking about everything else.
He seemed to have a purpose,
as he asked the questions.
I could not understand,
what he was after.
I started to turn away,
as he gently smiled and said,
"Stay with me my child,
I can help you along the way?"
I wondered what he meant,
and he named off my biggest dream.
He said he could make it true,
if only I did something for him.
He laid out the plans,
and something wasn't right,
looking up at his face,
he had the darkest eyes.

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stillheartless This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 22, 2012 at 11:48 am
I don't understand it but I like it. Seems very ominous
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