Shadow?
Black, gray, shady
Never truly there
Sometimes thin, sometimes dark
Only light it snares
I once knew a shadow
Dark as any silhouette
Told me lies with starry eyes
Tales of its regrets
Most lamentable being
Story sad but true
Worst of it, I must say
Was when her plan fell through
Never had a chance, she said
And I must agree
Despite the tales that she’d spin
This one I believed
The world is cold, she’d tell me
When your touch reaches nothing warm
When your hands, cold and pale
Between two plains are torn
For not a soul she could touch
Not a living soul hold
Like the finest sand and dust
Between her fingers stole
Laugh, she can’t, cry, she must
Her prison is the world
A frozen icy-eyed woman
With banner black unfurled
Transparent yet oblique
Her thoughts can’t be known
Raven hair, billowing
Still those eyes of chiseled stone
Time unmerciful cast her lot
Gave her a forgotten place
And cruelly gave her hope
That she could be saved
A shadow child she was not
A lady, dark but real
Only seen in lands of dreams
Perfectly surreal
Her story twisted
Same was her life
Full of corridors
Heavy with too much strife
She had a chance but lost it
And finally resigned
From the nigh eternal fight
To gain a place in time
My shadowed friend was never there
Yet always was around
Her life impossible to explain
An enigma so profound
When this maid was fashioned
A new ideal embarked
Made just a shade to light
Or perhaps a shade too dark
Black, gray, shady
Never truly there
Sometimes thin, sometimes dark
Only light it snares
I once knew a shadow
Dark as any silhouette
Told me lies with starry eyes
Tales of its regrets
Most lamentable being
Story sad but true
Worst of it, I must say
Was when her plan fell through
Never had a chance, she said
And I must agree
Despite the tales that she’d spin
This one I believed
The world is cold, she’d tell me
When your touch reaches nothing warm
When your hands, cold and pale
Between two plains are torn
For not a soul she could touch
Not a living soul hold
Like the finest sand and dust
Between her fingers stole
Laugh, she can’t, cry, she must
Her prison is the world
A frozen icy-eyed woman
With banner black unfurled
Transparent yet oblique
Her thoughts can’t be known
Raven hair, billowing
Still those eyes of chiseled stone
Time unmerciful cast her lot
Gave her a forgotten place
And cruelly gave her hope
That she could be saved
A shadow child she was not
A lady, dark but real
Only seen in lands of dreams
Perfectly surreal
Her story twisted
Same was her life
Full of corridors
Heavy with too much strife
She had a chance but lost it
And finally resigned
From the nigh eternal fight
To gain a place in time
My shadowed friend was never there
Yet always was around
Her life impossible to explain
An enigma so profound
When this maid was fashioned
A new ideal embarked
Made just a shade to light
Or perhaps a shade too dark