The morning fog rests upon my face As delicate as a butterfly flutters his wings. Moving ever so lightly,
Seeking an unknown territory.
Everything remains but a mystery, as the dark painted trees tell a tale.
The silence is howling familiar sounds of previous passer by's as they left silent stories untold.
            The air feels like breathe upon my neck, searching my inner most secrets one by one.
Plucking them like feathers from a bird, they are caught in a swelling breeze.
The shadows Protecting them like a lioness protecting her cubs.
They are forever held and forever safe in the army of shadows.