A Sad Glow

The beaten husk stares at the moon, standing there basking in its icy glow pondering how he got here and why then out of no where the hollow husk begins to cry, as tears fall and water starts to flow, this pain what is this am i able to feel? The hollow looks at his hand and reaches into his chest even tho he didnt know where his hand would go, he reached around and felt something and pulled, there in his hand he sees something glow and relises he has a soul. So many thoughts and questions he could now ask he was ready for this task but suddenly a storm changed the weather faster than you can blink, the moon was gone only darkness could be seen. Panic and worries started to fill his mind what coming next and what kind i have this soul here and i think its mine what do i do, do i have enough time i have so many questions to ask, the hollow whines. Suddenly the storm fades and the hollow is calm, the clouds have parted and a cool breeze sings its sound and there stands the hollow with no soul to be found. So he stands in the cold night with only with the moon in his sight. I guess ill sit here and ponder life.