From mason4@server.uwindsor.ca Sat May 8 16:40:09 1999 Date: Wed, 18 Jan 1995 05:08:34 GMT From: Mason Chris L Newsgroups: alt.gothic Subject: Poem walking alone in the fog a pale figure goes through the mist he goes to nowhere passing others, he dies for each he knows there is a place somewhere, somewhere but the pale figure cannot see only the others alas, there are no mirrors in the fog a moment is forever and the moments mount the pale figure's soul burns dim, and grows black the others move past he cries out they listen not in the darkness the pale figure closes his eyes and for the first time he sees drawing a blade he screams, I will die no more but it is too late and the pale figure fades away to laughter Chris