Hiding in the Shadows

Looking out into the light,

Moonlight filtered by the clouds,

Seeing the shapes that are people,

Going about normal life.

.

Ah, normal life.

What does that feel like, then?

Never known it, not in this world,

hiding in the shadows,

.

Looking out into the light,

And into the darkness,

Into the world lit by moonlight,

Which is filtered by the clouds.

The End

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