by The Midnight Owl

Lost to all, his eyes held sorrow.

Hidden in the day’s light, hidden in the night’s shadow.

He had seen much in his life, a living ghost.

Loneliness filled his eyes, emotions written on his face.

Fading; his safe place brought happiness.

Hiding him from the views of all; except one and two.

She saw through his veil of shadows, her eyes piercing his armor.

Alike in being alone, they shared safety in happiness.

Lost to the world,

They wrote.