He was a dream.
A moving shadow filled with stars that bloom.
His light and darkness that followed him was fading together till you didn't know the difference anymore.
Were the dream walked death followed, misery also and yet..happiness.
How could there be so much pain in the shadow and yet still be able to keep walking into the night? Keep pulling itself.
But don't assume that the sorrow that gloom's around him is his, cause he carries around yours too.  
He drags your past and future on a chain.
Every word, every thought, every hope.
He was the only thing...the only starry shadow that stayed.
His eyes filled with the movement of the galaxies.
But...like I said he was just a dream.