Shadows

Dancing in the evening air,
Caressing backs burdened with care,
Touching the hunters coming from the wood,
These shadows touch all, like good shadows should,
The boys on the island so dark and green,
The shadows touch even what to them is unseen,
The boy behind the curtain of vines,
He with the shadows sees the signs,
A collapse and the future fight,
A fight against the darkness and a fight for what's right,
Sees the glasses stolen from the true,
Evil on this island is something new,
The blameless's blood spilled on the floor,
And the reaper is knocking on the quiet boy's door.