ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ

Shadow

I seek the weep, for tears I need,

for bleak my future, without I cease.

Leaves I held had death they reek,

heaving my head, I heed your weep.

As what was I without your tears-

that hold the sorrows that quench my thirst?

Fill my need for your dejection

for what was I without temptation?

The tempt I heed of pain I seek,

the pain you hoarded-

away from me.

Still you resist my eerie glow,

but who can sow their own shadow?

Which preys on them deep within,

reaping your tears that I feed,

as I marked my winning reign.

Now you mock of my fallen leaves,

that beg your sorrow to manifest?

But then your tears flood and gush,

of your own triumph that rules o'er me.

Much had Joy have burnt her wings,

Feeding on, her tender corpse,

I now lurk once and again.

For what was the world,

without dim shadows?

Now your song of long pent joy

escapes your lips

like your win,

for your bliss-

of ignorance

was why I say

I have won.

For though you seemed to lose me once,

I still lurk

right beside you-

as your

looming shadow.