Shadows fall before the trees , life subsides.

                              Eyes close tight, only trying to hide.

                               Their shadows engulf this place , as they were a malediction of pain and tears.

                                         As if  thier very looks could make the dead scream the name of God.

                                                    As if  their  touch was approved the devil’s son.

                                                       They have no names , they no reason , even though we know ,we keep them.

                                                            Chains and closed minds are the only things that keep them there.

                                                                    Away from the world, our minds keep them safe and away form our early graves.

Untill that special day , we close our eyes and they come out to play.

Play , they shall for they are ”The Shadows  of your  Will”.