End

The shadows come and morning weeps
Scattered shards of glass unseen
Innocence and wonder wait
Though chains of guidance stall its gait

Fear, unknown, does not exist
A fairytale world his mind insists
Reality never foretold its tale
His image painted with emerald fields

Wind whips and slashes the tear-stricken face
And vision blurs, without slight wonder
Blindly running into masked danger
Trusting wholly, his instinct falters

The shadows near and morning gone
Scattered shards of glass unseen
Bleeding soles and tearful eyes
Surrender in one cold goodbye