Teetering on the edge,
Looking down to the blackness within.
One step back, you lose your title,
One step forward, you lose your life.
Looking back at them, pleading with you, go on.
You take one step backward, then two, then three, four,
Then forward you go with a canter.
You think you'll reach the other side,
You hope, you pray you will survive.
You see the land within your grasp,
You reach once, miss, a second, grab!
You're slipping through and looking back,
The world is climbing upward while
Eternal by White-Mage-Of-Death
Poetry » Fantasy Rated: K, English, Angst & Tragedy, Words: 100, Published: 12/1/2003