Shadowcaster that is my handle
My presence it shifts
Like a flickering candle
You see only an outline
A dark glass of who I am
Yet if you are discerning
You see through the scam
Gateways to a magical land
Creating illusions
By the sleight of hand
For I am a person
Just like anyone else
Not this flickering shadow
Too big for myself
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