The Shadow
It walks where I walk, it sees what I see, but it never feels what I feel or likes what I myself like.
At times it is a part of me, it walks beside me as I look for a meal, it lies silently waiting to sleep.
As birds and their young peep, on the ground it lays, waiting for the days, its soul black like its skin.
Those who have seen it are gone, drove mad by what they have seen, they couldn't understand what this thing was.
So, in the end all was lost, the sun refused to shine while doing so won, for the creature was defeated gone, only for a short time.
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