A shadow's touch reaches out, but is never felt;
always yearning, ever reaching.
A shadow's heart beats unseen,
within it's dark silhoutte that only mimics.
A shadow's pain is the despair of cold,
a consuming void that gnaws.
A shadow's hopes are dreams that linger,
grasping at places only they can reach.
A shadow's joy is a glimpse of light,
that radiates the emptiness.
A shadow's fear is fading away,
without knowing a reflection.
A shadow's brimming love is reviled,
because of no visage to match.
A shadow's words are silent prayers,
meant to carry the day.
A shadow's place is misunderstood,
by the dead who wander.
A shadow's strength is like a sword,
forged in fire, shaped by blows.
A shadow's comfort visits with phantoms,
who unwittingly touch and restore.
A shadow's smile is worn by others,
yet is a secret to most.
A shadow's pride is being a shadow,
refusing to join the numb and vain.