Three one voices. Three black calming shades.

He heard their coming in this forest. They smiled lightly and brightly.
Each a different path.
Each a different shade.
One a brown dark shade.
Another a caramel brown shade.
Another after that a darker shade that was close to blue as light shown in the sunglasses.
Then he realized he was watching them through the glasses on after another drifting in and out of site.
A bright solemn self realizing in them a self night.
He awoken with a promise and fright and yet it was morning in a place he shared up tight.
With a bright girl; a witch telling him to," wake up!"