I followed the footprints

Late into the night

Not thinking to count the stars

Under the gaze of a watchful shadow

That was cold as a prison wall

Alone I reached to touch his cloak

Unable to find it’s hem

He ushered me into it’s depth

As thousand fingers caressed my tears

That stained the fabric as they fell

He turned only once

And whispered into my ear

You should have taken a different path

As I began to disappear