Shadow Walker by: Douglas J. Youngs
Shadow Walker by: Douglas J. Youngs
He walks among the shadows,
his life had not yet begun,
his face hidden in complete strife,
walking alone with his heart in an iron case,
beware his smile it is cold and whithout emotion.
He is the nightmare in your head,
In your sleep he inspectes you in your bed,
You will notice him for he creeps,
When you awake he will not be there only the smell of lotus,
and the sounds of church bells waking the morn.
And you wonder his name,
it is hidden in a lagoon of shame,
it is a cruel tool of toture,
his name is beyond you.
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