The Shadow's Prelude

Dear Kit,

    Be thou my vision. In the still of a moonlit night, the dawn still hides behind the velveted black. The wandering soul of a man should fall upon the shadow cast by a street lamp by the cobbled path, and the unseen loom ever weaves man's fate in a grand tapestry, the prelude to a fantastic tale. He whispered to the shadow, "Can you hear me?" The shadow nodded. He whispered again, "Who are you?" The shadow giggled and replied elusively, "Who you make me to be." He answered, "I give you free choice, but only stay by my side, friend." "Friend... that is not a word I have heard in a long time. So you wish it," the shadow said. She smiled and took the form of a young woman. She asked, "What would you call me?" He replied, "You are playful and elusive but young, Kitten I think." The shadow turned woman replied, "I like it. As you would have it." She clasped his hand, and suddenly his world was momentarily confined to what was reflected in her eyes--deep and green but honest and transparent, reflected beauty and youth but wisdom as well. So began the start of a beautiful relationship.

Sincerely,
Allegretto piu Grave