The Free Shadow

My person I see is merely no more than a shadow

As she follows me where ever I go.

A tiny dancer who prances down the road.



Somewhere in her dark shadowed world

her lips smiled & curled

"What a freakish delight!"



Ah, light!?

Why so bright?

Made a confession in your sleep in the night.



Hopeful might, you made an escape.

Where's your hero of the story, floating on a cape?

A shadows girl, weary now.



Lie,

Lay,

Die