Little Runaway

When I was young and frightened

I hid in strange places in the night.

I never knew back then

that what I feared would be my life.

So long ago that innocent little fool ran

from the wonderful shadows of the night.

Once caught and shown the way

I learned to embrace their magic.

No, I'm no slavering ugly and stupid vampire.

Nor am I the worthy wolf.

I am a shadow passing, a glimpse some folk

catch from the corner of their eye.

A moments notice, and I vanish.

For I am a shadow in the night.

A shade of past times.

A memory lingering behind of someone you once knew.

I sip the very darkness from your soul.

Then channel it back into the darkmess it came from.

I am niether good nor evil.

I am what YOU make me.

For I am but a reflection of the night time you.

Sharon Pribble

Comments: 19

Marsha C. Aug 4, 2009, 1:09pm UTC

memories...whether you make them good or evil...good one

Sharon P. Aug 4, 2009, 1:52pm UTC

Thanks Marsha.

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Robert - just a simple man - B. Aug 4, 2009, 1:30pm UTC

Perfectly orchestrated. "I am neither good nor evil, but what you make me".

Sharon, I would trade many of my entire poems if I could claim authorship of that line. It's that good.

Sharon P. Aug 4, 2009, 1:53pm UTC

Thank you Robert. Coming from you, thats a wonderful thing to hear.

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Chana M. Aug 4, 2009, 9:17pm UTC

Wow Sharon! (That is to give me a second to get my brain in order, its that good!) Would that your poem was fact and not fiction, I would love to have something that sip(s) the very darkness from your soul. Great flow and imagination, I have to admit this would never have occured to me. Wonderful Sharon! Thanks for submitting your poem to Tomas' group!