From The Shadows Poem by Michael Hylton

See his lonely soul, lives life dark awhile
As he steps, in and out of the shadows
If such, as his face, would embrace a smile
Could his heart, be released from the gallows?
Yet he stands right there, at the bones and peers
At dead skeletons; dried to their marrows.
As he is not prepared, to climb up the stairs
And fight his fears, with his bows and arrows
At the top; he stares at the light that glares
Through the window; there's the songs of sparrows
In the murky swamps, he has lived for years
Though he wants, to escape from the shallows.
Each step could take him; a nautical mile
To rivers in the wild; from the shadows.