Edger was dead.
His mind was the victim of self loathing.
His evil shadow was a walking curse
hiding in plane view of the day.
One day Edger's shadow had disappeared.
Though the sun cast long shadows of trees
when it rose
and when it set
there simply was no shadow of himself, in any length or any form.
The following day after that
a pond acted in place of a mirror.
Where rippled the same long shadowy trees
reflected on it's watery surface
was Edger's shadow.
A twitch of fear came
A realization of an absence of a face
A declaration of dark doom
Where once stood Edger's face,
Now only stood an un-empathetic shadow.
In that instant Edger had become his fear,
and within that fear he had lost.
Now stood the evil victor as he chanted his methodical words
Black is the color that represents the only future I will ever know.
It is the color of the silent shadows.
It is deep subtraction of light that once held my soul now devoid of life.
I am my own shadow,
and like my sh
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I knew at once that my eye lids had fallen.
It was a peculiar slumber
but, strange peculiar limbo.
Go to the medieval buildings
which hang on cliffs,
cliffs stretching upwards off the island in the sky.
The island was the magical place.
A place called Demi,
Demi in the sky.
I found my self aware.
Aware of my
"This is dream"
My voice echoed beautifully
in the heavenly perfection medieval city.
Thinking back moments before.
Remembering the bed which evidently still bore my body.
How could I be so aware of my dream.
I could see.
See the beauty
of my precious
I could feel.
Feel the lush grass between
sense on my feet.
I could smell,
I could dance,
I could play.
I could taste!
The wondrous pond of savory water.
The lush clouds in every direction.
The pristine castles of stone grey.
The perfection of harmony.
I knew that should I wake
idealism would die with the dream