the depth of darkness

A deep dusky shadow covers the ground
Moving slyly from place to place
Its hollow heart holds only hatred

Huddled in a far corner
Sits a small figure weeping

Not knowing what to do
The light slowly walks away

Allowing darkness to encompass

Holding tightly to the figure
Blowing its cold breath

The shadow charges forth
Grasping the figure securely in its clutch

The figure shutters in the gloom
Its sorrow shatters the dry ground
Like rain from a vacant sky