Keeper of the Shadows

Keeper Of The Shadows With aching in his body aching in his heart and soul. A life that's been well lived can start to take its toll. The shadows always find him no matter day or night. Sitting in a darkened room where he always goes to write. They rise up before him and clear for him a path. Like a dog that knows his master and knows his masters wrath. Yet he's never angry you never hear him rant or yell. It seems almost like silence is a gift he won in hell. Tried by many fires the shadows are the smoke. There ain't nobody laughing when the devil tells the joke. They follow him from room to room watching where he'll go. The fact he will return again the only thing they know. But if the truth were really known of the shadows mind in them. He's not the keeper of the shadows it's them controlling him. Edwin C Hofert