A golden haired child walks alone down the streets innocent and helpless unaware of the shadow that follows with ease. She turns and sees him That beuatiful skin and pale face the feeling of peace And the smile on his face. His dark clothing, veiled in shadows She takes a step forward, light sound from her tiny shoes. Echoeing on the cobblestone. He comes to her, embracing her. Her hair against his face Golden curls Bright and luminous He smiles again Feeling the beat of her heart She sleeps in his arms. The arms of death this one she hugs so tightly his new little one to be brought with him into the shadow a great darkness to cover the light. The embrace of the shadow lover can never be fought it is best to give into his demand his smile, his invitation they are hard to refuse. Beware the shadow lover.