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.

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