shadow...

the human woman's hair flies behind her, she is oblivious to my perceptions... she walks with her bag swinging in her hand, she has no fear in the night... but i know better... the others are coming to me in a way so intense my human self can't comprehend the undead portions of the swirls in my heart... the glittering chaos can be all too much even in this form... the young ones come and go so quickly, there is almost no time to weep for them... i have been searching an elder out and he is doing well hiding from me... maybe it will become a sort of game to us and we will find relief when the game is won... but until then... who will come play with me under the moon in my self delusions and nightmares? there is much to be accomplished my loves...