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Is This A Dream or...
Forgotten statues surround me;
each of them oozing out a green
slime,
calling out with the same voice.
As I walk faster
more appear out of the darkness.
Still oozing and calling,
different faces
with the same voices.
Each had a golden plaque,
covered in dust and
slime.
I bend down
wipe one away
and try to see what it says.
Just a name and a number,
I forget the name
as soon as I read it.
Standing up,
I look the statue in the eyes.
I wipe some of the dust away,
It's glass
The rest is stone but the eyes…
Someone inside looks back at me
terrified.
The statue starts to shake and the
slime gets thicker.
I fall back,
scrambling to my feet I run
Past thousands of statues.
I see a doorway lit up in the distance.
Excited I almost don't realize
the path ends,
I catch myself and stumble back.
The doorway still out of reach,
floating in mid air.
I step back,
looking down I see an open spot
with no statue.
Stone starts sliding up my leg,
entombing me.
I can hear
the voices even clearer now.
Calling out,
all forgoten.
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