Footprints

Of eld is told 

The story of a walker. 

A stealth walker 

Whose silent walk 

Dust never raised 

Leaf never rattled 

Life never trod 

Yet on these 

Historical rocky, 

Concrete sealed, 

Ironclad roads 

Traversed by the walker 

Two thousand summers past 

Proudly protrudes 

His embossed footprints 

Silent prints that echo 

The walker’s travail 

They tell of his sojourn 

From alien lands 

Far and beyond 

The grip of mortals’ 'maginations 

They tell of his pain

They tell of ………….  His empty tomb

They tell of his silent 

Thunderous stomping 

That engraved 

His footprints 

On these, 

Concrete 

Rocky 

Ironclad 

Stony 

Hearts. 

They tell of ............. my story

~~>Dunmo