Shadows Unfurled
In a land where shadows are cast far away,
on a horizon that never gleams,
a man walks,
a man dreams.
Of a time when shadows once adhered
to the body which created them,
a body deserted,
a body condemned.
In a land we wish was fantasy,
in a land we hope is not real
walks a lonely man,
a man destined to congeal.
The winters are cold and biting,
in this land where shadows hide.
And the man’s bones froze;
the man’s bones died.
He collapsed at the end of that long road,
in the land so horrifyingly cruel,
He surrendered, defeated;
He forfeited the duel.
His shadow stood just feet from him,
like a reflection in a mirror.
His shadow had completed the journey
His shadow had fulfilled the man’s worst fear.
We all have more perfect selves,
shadows cast in a more perfect world,
shadows that dream
shadows unfurled
into their true selves. Into you.
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Poetry
Poetry"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." -Edgar Allan Poe
