To me the shadows blanket me from the woes of mortality
I can watch, but I won’t feel
It is a blessing to be what I am
A creature of the shadows
I sit and watch in anticipation as the shadowlands cover the world to sleep
Babies cry in their mothers arms, cradled by helplessness
I could almost pity them
But I do not
The city falls slowly to sleep
As the shadowlands bite its way to my door
I open the door eagerly awaiting an embrace
The vines of darkness coil around my body mind and soul almost crushing me
But they know their own
Their grasp loosen and I feel kissed
Come play with us the shadowlands call
And I heed them
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