Saw a stranger in the distance,
on the pathway nearby home.
He was heading my direction,
and he traveled on his own.
Winter winds were blowing fiercely,
he declined to wear a coat,
snowy steps which left no footprints,
seemed indifferent to the cold.
Had a sunken skull so spectral,
and his gait was grimly gaunt.
Somber silhouette loomed larger,
floating further down his haunt.
Some moments passed, our paths met,
now I noticed something new,
haunted eyes that felt familiar,
moth to flame, their aura drew.
Was then clarity dawned on me,
which sent chills through my spine.
Though face was tired and weathered-down,
those eyes were surely mine.
Slowly he turned, and met my gaze,
those pupils pulsed and grew,
widening, like he saw a ghost,
or someone he once knew.
The stranger stumbled towards me,
with white wrinkled hands outstretched.
A face like mine, but broken,
hands enwrapped around my neck.
: "I've walked along this stretch of path,
and seen it through its length.
Unless you change the course you're on,
you'll soon find how it ends."
His grasp let up, life left his eyes,
as if a spell had broken.
He vanished in the winter fog,
no further words were spoken.
So long I stood there frozen,
on that road covered in moss.
Don't dare recall direction,
But, I knew then I was lost.
I did another re-write!