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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