Nothing more than a shadow he stalks the moor,
Giving her an acknowledging glance.
He turns to face the empty distance
There is Darkness; there is nothingness on the shore.
Every step engulfed by a torrent of flames;
Each move a silent break from reality.
Nothing but the darkness accepts his frailty.
His secret and wild desires remain untamed.
No more than a ghost he walks the path.
Feeling nothing for anyone,
Shifting to look at the passive faces of everyone.
No guilt, no sorrow, no remorse, just pain.
His pain a mystery waiting to rise from some dark depth.
A story cloaked by calm and misdirection.
You may search at your own digression.
Alas, for now He walks in hollow footsteps.