Shadow Child

In the shadows Hides a small body She's warm cream and soft wind But her face is dried tight with fear She's watching for the man While the shadows around her whisper protection She knows that he's coming Coming to make her Work long days In fields of green and gold Or pushed into hard beds With unforgiving hands She trembles and whimpers But perhaps the shadows will hide her Perhaps she can run again And then Another shadow falls across her And she looks up Loosing herself completely As she looks into the eyes Of a monster Dressed as a man And when they are gone A shadow child sits huddled As though it is A body in the grave