The walker in shadowa
dwelt in a world
of its own creation
most of fantasy
little of reality
far from others
who might cause harm
there has been
enough pain
enough tears
to fill oceans
the walker in shadows
watches from the edges
never quite
touching the light
nor does it ever
venture into the dark
life here is not easy
but it has grown used
to such an existance
outside it sees the pain
hears the cries of millions
in torment
The walker in shadows
knows there is no-one
who can bring it
into the light
doubt destroys
the seedlings of hope
before they can grow
the walker in shadows
watches
and waits
wondering if anyone
would dare the quest
to save it
or if it will remain
here alone for ever
the walker in shadow
waits still
watching as they pass
never reaching out
never noticing it at all