Shrouded by the clouds,
alone in the faltering moonlight,
he stands watching the sky,
silence,
coldness,
fear,
cold is just silent warmth and fear is a Fiery blaze ,
that calls back a nightmare,
sweat,
cold like dread,
he stands alone,
he closes his eyes and waits for the dawn,
for its light to chase away the shadow,
in his mind he sees it,
over the ridge it comes, making everything glow,
but when the dawn comes,
he is no more,
he is washed away with the shadow,
his soul is lost,
it is undone.
