Kindred Wraith Jay Teutonic

1) Frolicking in glee through the golden meadows
A Child with delight glows as he follows his shadow
Spine warmed by sunlight and eyes to the moon
Had only but one life, but shares it in two
With only but a projected creation of his own anatomy
A reflection of imagination but is part of him. Happily
In love with his shadow plays and dance with her
Would make a vivid light display for any oneiromancer
For endless dusks they would stride through the vibrant fields
Until his eyes lack lustre and would unto his eyelids yield
Lying on his mattress her clutch embracing him at the side
Whilst staring into the dancers of his flickering candlelight
Of his life he did desire more yet she was enough for him
For his silhouette fitted like a glove for him
As he grew ripe, years passing his soul desolate from famine
Long nights of harvesting left him desperate; and heart barren
So let his heart rest, strolled with his shadow in company
Through a dark forest where she treaded uncomfortably
Where he prevailed. Overhead canopies made her dissipate
And she failed, so instead became one with the shade and imitates
As he continued through valleys along the trodden trail
Dark clouds above rallied and the wind wailed and blew a gale
On the path, part of a cart had snapped an axel
Growing dark and hark by the tree bark sat a damsel
Face in handle locks blonde as candles donning a white mantle
Beauty unfathomable pale as a phantom this girl…