A lonesome figure walks alone, along a path of a cobblestone

A small shadow near his side, a sanguine sun keeps it alive

The figure walks all alone, no destination simply following the stones

As the person walks far and near, no has disturbed his path or kept it clear

This lonesome figure walked alone, along the same path of cobblestone

The shadow stalking ever clear, growing larger as the dawn neared

This enigmatic figure, always walked, many have tried to ask where he was going but he never talked

This lonely figure stilled walked alone, years of travels yet still no stone has aged under his foot

The small shadow simply veered as the figure walked so queer through the sleet or rain.

This lonesome figured stilled walked alone, along a mossy path of cobblestone

The shadow his companion or so it appeared never gawked or sneered.

A small village in the gentle hills, innocence in the villas would come to a chill

As this figure walked its roads, a woman meets him upon the cobblestone

She is frightened at first by the shadow’s sneer but overlooked the pitiful creature

“Oh dear” said the woman as she gazed upon the man, his figure languid in stance

“For how long have you walked alone?” the woman asked

In a voice that was both weak and weary the figure responded in a voice so dreary

“I’ve never been alone; for you see in spirit I’m always accompanied”

“I’ve walked this country to and fro, never feeling lonely or cold”

The shadow grew as the words were said, giving the woman a sense of dread.

“For you see fair maiden” the figure sneered, “You’ll keep me company for many years!”