The Creeping Shadow

It creeps along softly and silently, a Shadow you never see.
You know It's there but It's never seen nor touched, yet It's something that follows you always.
A thick warm Shadow that wraps you in Its self as if It's a blanket.
Something you can't fight.
The only choice is to surrender to It; to give in with the quiet whisper of your last breath.
Sometimes the Shadow comes when you least expect it.
Sometimes the Shadow comes when you call it.
Sometimes the Shadow comes when It's needed.
But It comes.
It always does.
No matter what you do, you will meet the Shadow.
You will feel Its warm/cold touch upon you.
Creeping along softly and silently It reaches out and brushes against you.
You fall, helpless.
Nothing you can do to stop It.
It has many forms:
The sound of a gunshot.
A scream in the dark; quickly ignored.
Or perhaps It will come in the form of a gentle smile, a soft touch, a misunderstanding.
The Shadow cares not who you are or what you have done with your life.
It only knows to take that life.
To snuff it out like a candle in the wind.
Wrapping you in Its cold warmth it takes you into Its self, down into the darkness where you can do nothing but surrender.
Surrender to Its release from the pain and loneliness of the life you had.
Fall into the darkness with grace and ease.
Be easy with what Fate has brought to you.
For you can do nothing about It.
No matter what you do or what you have done with what life you have you will meet the Shadow.
It will take you, but find no satisfaction in the taking.
It creeps along softly and silently, a shadow you never see.
You know It's there but It's never seen nor touched, yet It's something that follows you always.
A thick warm shadow that wraps you in Its self as if It's a blanket.
Something you can't fight.
Death…
What a wondrous thing…