by Alyssa Kae

Created on: February 05, 2010

In a deep, dark corner

A shadow hides.

It shifts its weight from foot to foot

No longer just a shadow.

He’s breathing,

He,

In and out,

In and out,

A hand grasps a rope at his waist,

Knuckles white from tension

Long arms thin yet strong

Broad shoulders take up the space around him

His face is shadowed kept away from the light,

Hidden by blackness covering his whole face,

Blocking away the world and the desires of his heart to become manifest.

His heart

Beating pumping his blood through his body,

His living soul.

Not a corpse.

He blocks the possibilities

He could lead himself to fame

Fame

A word that he shuns

He has it

He has infamy, as the loneliest man haunting ev’ry corner ready to lunge and then die of a broken heart.

But he could have given the world a new golden age of music,

Made ladies swoon,

Tears overfill,

Sighs let out,

Eyes of astonishment at his genius.

Yet he shunned the possibilities blaming his cursed flaw,

Would a beauty come and kiss him and turn him into a handsome prince?

Would love grace this man alone in the world?

No!

He remained but a living shadow years on end until he was nothing but a memory.

Years passed the legend was reborn and now his shadow falls upon our lives.

I can hear him, now, can’t you?

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