As the rain falls,
the slim shadow darts along the walls.
The family he leaves is unaware,
the pain and sorrow is too much to bear.
His shadow is his only friend.
He knew it all had to come to an end.
The water drips into his eyes as he runs,
How far will he go?
No one will ever know.
The pale gray, bony hand reaches forth
coming to take him north.
He ducks and screeches
while the old man reaches.
His blood red eyes gleam from the darkness
as the young man is drug into the blackness-
a forgotten soul
that will never be whole.
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