I
Falling into darkness
A man becomes his shadow
Gray and lifeless
He is, by his nature, evidence
That the light exists
But it has deserted him
There is no figure leading him
His path is free
But where should he go?
He flows over a static earth
Still feeling the sting
Of the rocky ground
Feeling a breeze through short hair
Two hands smoothly caressing
These are only memories to him
The closest he feels to being alive
Is sensing the slow puttering
Of cold raindrops
People carry on above him
They call him the lonely specter
Their own shadows avoiding him
Some offer him their hands
Only to scrape the surface
Hopelessly, he moves on
He find shelter in the night
Where no one can see his huddled figure
Leaving a trail of dew on the grass
II
On an afternoon of unusual cold
He was disturbed by the feeling of warm drops
Falling from above
He beheld the figure of a woman
And despite the haze from her tears
He knew he was beholding beauty
Escape
This was all she searched for
But instead she found him
As she became aware of his presence
Aware of what he was
She saw a sense of herself reflected in him
He had been brought so low
He had forgotten how it feels
Wanting to console another
But he knew he could offer her nothing
So they simply shared
In their common misery
He had never considered
Not being alone in his grief
But she is following his path
As she reveals her deep despair
He can feel her dragging closer
See her light dimming
Before he can realize
The harm he has done
He is forced silent
The shade of night approaches
His shape and voice disappear
As darkness creeps over the earth
She thinks he is gone
Does not realize he is still waiting
As she falls asleep by his side
III
At night, he is the darkness
He is driven to cover the light
But he will not let her follow
He fights away the shadows
Trespasses against nature
So she may lay there in light
The beauty of her figure
Once again overtakes him
As he feels himself begin to fade
He has assured she will not follow
She will not fall into darkness
And so he gladly pays the ultimate price
As his perception of the world weakens
He spends my strength focusing on her light
And softly ask her to remember him
He hopes the darkness
Will become a little lighter
Without him there
IV
A slight breeze
A touch of the hand
Yes, he recalls these feelings
But never so vividly
As that day he woke up
Next to his lovely Nova
His life has been given new breath
A new hope
Found through the darkest of means
She alone could pull him
From his desolate place
To find the light
For he saw it in her eyes
Though despair may have held her
He saw the promise of her life
He now sees a new light in her eyes
Telling him they will live their lives
To their fullest
Together
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