Freedom Of Shadows
Some people find shadows frightening, threatening. If I ever did, I cannot remember it. Shadows are protectors, aides, and guardians against unfriendly eyes.
Shadows part before me, envelop me, drift around me in a slow dance. I move with them, as one of them. Why fear darkness? I am part of it.
Softly now. Getting closer. Shadows make no sounds, neither do I. I watch, unseen. The breathing is loud across the room, the heartbeat as thunder in my ears. Not frightened, though. Not yet.
The solitude of the shadows harbors freedom. I move alone, unseen, and this is my world. Here, there is no concern, no memory, no loss. No denial. Only the dance of shadows, the song of silence, and the eternal now of the hunt.
Close enough to touch. It will be quick. Pain is no goal in itself, not part of it.
The shadows caress me like a lover, open, welcoming, accepting. Shadows may be trusted, where many mortals may not. They never turn me away.
Just a brief gasp of surprise, and it is over. I have done well. I always do.
To others, shadows are fear. To me, they are freedom.
Freedom Of Shadows
Started by Laufey, Nov 23 2002 10:00 PM
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