Foot Steps in The Snow

A Field of glistening splendor,
covered in gleaming snow.

A single, snow covered Tree,
lifeless, without leaves,
dead or alive I didn't want to know,
whistling in the Wind.

I walk through this Field,
not being able to see more
than a few feet beyond The Snow.
I don't know why, but I walk alone.

The Snow whirled around my
half frozen body.
I tried to breath, but The Suffocating Air
seemed to freeze my throat so
that only a wheeze could escape.

I hear a noise.

The sound was like a thousand dreams
crushing beneath the weight of Reality
into the depths of a dark abyss.

I listen.

I look down and I see
Foot Steps form by an
Invisible Entity.

Where were They going?
Where did They come from?
Why were They here?

I contemplated on these thoughts for
what seemed to be an eternity.

Should I follow these Mysterious Steps
that seem to have formed from Nothing?

My Feet finally decide for me.
I walked slowly, very slowly,
towards The Unknown.

Usually, My Feet are afraid of The Unknown,
but not on this day.
Today, They were the Mighty Knight
That would fight The Dragon of Unknowing
and slay It with a single swipe of His sword.

My Feet walk, for what seems
to be miles on end, into a completely
white landscape, following The Foot Steps.

I look back, quite suddenly,
as if I forgot something,
only to see that My Feet had made no
foot steps, the pale snow had seemed untouched.
The only thing that lay are
The Mysterious Foot Steps.

I proceed forward.

I see Something faint in the distance.

My Feet walk faster.

The Something gets closer.

My Feet begin to run.

Something gets bigger.

My feet run like a person running
away from a nightmare.

My Feet finally reach their destination.

I stare below at the ominous protrusion
in The Snow.
I kneel down and My Rigid Fingers reach
out and touch what seems to be A Shoulder.

I pull back with a swiftness.

I imagine the face of The Person that
lay there in front of me.

I hesitate.

Now My Hands decide that
They will reach out and pull
back The Shoulder of The Body.

My Hands turn over The Figure
as I gaze into those dead, frozen,
lifeless Eyes.

They look familiar.

I gasp in terror, for I recognize
The Eyes of The Corpse.
I spin into a whirlpool of confusion,
frustration, and fear.
I try to run away, but My Knees collapse
underneath me.

The Foot Steps, The Shoulder, The Body,
The Eyes, The Person, all if It,
was Me.