Vague shadows adorned her, always
In light stretching further than height.

"I asked her once! why do you look up?

He in tattered cloth looks over me, his shadow
Hides me from those who would wish harm!

"Who would harm my baby,

She whispered and pointed, those unseen.

I felt a sleeted touch, but then warmth,
As if a veil of what I had been unsure of lifted.
Then I noticed flickering's and my angel spoke

"Mummy look your shadow is like mine,

I looked up and saw this ominous figure, I reached
Up but its hand gently held mine, its head shook
Its touch was warm and calming.

It gestured a uttering word as a finger in a straight line
Covered its mouth.

Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

It pointed to my daughter in silence.

I looked at her and saw what she had seen *"I was silent.