Behind the shadow

The rain, 
Just like the sour tears of my shadow.
Once again, 
A spell is cast on me, 
My shadow, 
The figure in the dark, 
The invisible in the light, 
Follows me a thousand miles.
Never seen heaven, 
Never heard of the angels.
I see the rain, 
I see the clouds, 
I see not the gentle soul behind the shadow.
Weeping like a lost child, 
Sorrow’s sadness, settles through, 
Deep, deep in the shadow of the dark.
Behind it, 
A bleeding Wolf.