There was a Shadow existing in his mind.
It had pale skin and glowing eyes.
When the sun went down, it would appear.
It would smile, all fake cheer.
They would talk and dance, remember all that had passed.
They would go to the forest and sit by an empty crib.
The Shadow would ask if the kids were alright.
It would ask if the baby cried late at night.
And he would tell the Shadow the kids had grown up.
That baby was now a young man, one lost in thought.
He didn’t know why he came to this place.
He didn’t know why the Shadow never joined the others at Death’s Gate.
All he did know was that he was here and the Shadow was always near.
Perhaps he found more comfort in a manor run down than he did with the living bodies all around.
When the sun would rise, the Shadow lingered.
At first ray of dawn, it would then disappear.
Leaving him alone, lost in thought.
Pondering what could have been if the Shadow hadn’t given up after it had brought a small life from darkness into light.