Copyright 2000 M.D. Burke

Soul Shadow Yes, you are still asleep You are dreaming but I am indeed real I whisper into your heart's dreams, the part you do not yet understand For you have not yet been in love, my Sweet Who am I? You ask I am a Soul Shadow The remnants of the wistful spirit of a young women that died of a broken heart Her name was Natasha Poet, songstress, and weaver of fine silken lyrics My tears are the wreckage of Natasha's heart I was left behind Broken and abandoned on this cold Earth Take my hand and fly with me We go to a time lost in the ages Natasha was a member of a merry troupe of artists They where musicians, dancers, and actors It was the time of the Black Death The plague has killed many all across the land and fear gripped the hearts of all Natasha's troupe went from village to town They brought joy to people's lives by making them smile, laugh, and cry Some called them gypsies The local churches called them sinners and thieves Despite the Church's oppression and being dreadfully poor Natasha had a love, a passionate love For a time, every moment of the day she was swimming in love's embrace Her eyes sang a song of joy But alas, it was a forbidden love with one of noble blood Torn apart by her Lover's family that didn't approve of her She would cry out in the night, her bed cold and alone She finally extinguished the flame of her soul and died Her lute still in her hands A truly desperate and lonely death One that cries out in vain Her sadness was so deep I cannot leave this world Not until her Love comes back through the mist of the ages to retrieve me I have walked this world alone without comfort or rest Plunging into an ocean of madness Listen for my tears when the wind howls through the trees