Who is that child of fading light, cradled by shadows?
Why is he so sad, so meek sitting alone among-st the deadly mushrooms?
Living, but barely existing from day to day between harsh eyes
Has he ever experienced the concept of "Worth"?
How could this child of light live in and out of the shadows he fears
Was kind of curse is it that's put upon this candle of no flame?
Lost in a world of drunken abuse filled with questions of why?
His life of tragedy weaned premature and then discarded to the bussards
My God, the fear, the hunger and the Creepers of Danger waiting to take advantage
Daylight offers nothing but the evil of the coming darkness of night
What is education to a six year old when the teachers are monsters?
The need is for comfort, saftey and small bits of scrapes to survive
This is the child of fading light and of lost innocence
No fault of his own, yet the horrors are etched forever within his brain
Shadows fellow him, a contant gloom of fear is worn like a dark cloak
Who is this child of fading light, cradled by shadows?
Body aged way before its time
Scared, battered, beaten mentally and physically before his seventh year
Life had dealt him a world of many unknown horrors
Who was the child of fading light and lost innocence?