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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 beautiful 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.
Echoing 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.
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