Out of the darkness forth a shadow came,
Sits upon the bench in that darkness same,
Air it breathes thus ventures towards its host;
Lays still by;- feet planted in mud ere lost,
Brings closer to himself that his shadow boast,
Called his only friend, and further accost;
Slowly diminishes: the wind does sigh,
As depleted his heart through blood while nigh;
So gestures towards life a hating blow,
That of his own mocks himself awry throw;
Swiftly departs his shadow once sat frail,
Walks further into light he too is frail,
Begins his journey alone through the night,
That for no light envy his ongoing plight.

Nocturnal, Poetry, Works
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