Who wouldn't want their room to always be filled with friends, a magic place that comes to life just for you?
I'm starting to find these poem/stories really sould come illustrated - I'm working on it, but for now I just hope you enjoy this story I wrote for my nephew.
This is poem whose imagined audiance is children. This doesn't mean I don't think adults can't enjoy it as well. The poem shows how a child's imagination can redifine and echo as the voice of his shaddow - thus sadly claiming the trusty shadow has left the boy's side.
(I wrote this short poem just to keep you up to date and occupied while I am working on my story. Black Rock Shooter Chapter 6 is underway, it takes some time.)
This children's like free verse poem shows something about the great things about night time when we are kids. Hope you enjoy.