We walk together, at times, but still, I walk alone, a shadow in the night. We passed a lifeless stone made like life, like a dead man who rots within the earth. You were to die tonight, but I was there instead. A sound, a fright, a ghost—and you walked a different way. Still, I was your silent friend, and when they followed you, who scared the cat that rushed between their legs and tripped them? Now you are safe inside where the lightbulb glows, and I, alas, must walk on in the dark—for how long? God knows.
A Sound, a Fright, a Ghost
Tale Told 