Shadow Man

One quiet night in the fields of Bridgnorth
My mind dreamt of a dream and creativity came forth
It's kind of hard to remember all the little things that I dreamt
I don't know if it scared me or made me content

I dreamt of a blank room,the shade of white
Relieved as there were no dark corners or things that could bite
There was a brick wall that stood high and tall
And a waterfall of poppies trailing down this wall

A man over my shoulder just made of a shadow
A man I've never seen before and not sure that I know
He held out his hand like he was asking me for help
To be pulled out of this realm too scared to yelp

This shadow man wasn't scary nor aggressive
He showed so much fear and pain that it was depressive
I wish that I knew him so that I could help him
To make this dream realm just a little less grim

That quiet night in the fields of Bridgnorth
Yes it was a strange one thoughts travelling back and forth
In my mind questioning whether it was real or not
Should I have helped this man? Oh I still think of this a lot

I haven't dreamt of this dream since that one quiet night
Not the shadow man nor the poppies or the room of white
But I still look over my shoulder every now and then
Just to make sure no one else's shadow is following me again