I hear voices, they reach for me, they are calling me,
and yet as soon as I turn to them, they’re gone…
The sun is so bright it hurts my eyes,
the moon is so pale it gives me chills.
There’s a layer of leaves beneath me,
a dark meadow lies ahead.
The sky is pitch black,
a shadow walks by my side
And I can hear them again,
whispering, singing, calling me…
The shadow slowly moves forward,
while I stay still, petrified, mortified perhaps…
It stops, it turns to me, it begs me.
The leaves and the meadow are gone
as if they were killed by the silence that fell upon us
And I hear them again, louder, closer…
I look down, I’m standing in a lake
and I can finnaly see them
Dark, fluid silhouettes on the water
The shadow that once walked with me
reaches for my cold hand
A splah, a scream, a strong grip
and then, only the silence remains
I am nothing but a shadow,
a shadow in the water.
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