One.

youngling standing in the cemetery today,

with old eyes

and a crushed soul,

no one recognizes,

no one sees

the lone warrior

the last survivor

the one who asks

“What do you want from me?”

Two.

youngling walks the street

unbothered

blank faced

and unsure of what they see

People die

People live

What difference does it make?

Emotions are a liability

that have to be put away

for there are people who need to be saved

so this hardened heart says

“Move on. The dead stay dead.”

Three.

youngling lays on the ground

waiting and quiet

wise yet young

not allowed any fun

responsibilities they have

people counting on them

a whole world to save

though no one, can know about them

but still, the obedient soldier waits

saying

“There is no point in fighting what cannot be changed.”

I am all of them. They find me as I go.

They follow me wherever I am

They are my three ghosts

We listen to every word

We see everything

We hide from the people

In the shadows on the wall

We are the protectors of all