I met my oldest friend today,
Lurking in the shrouded mire
That is desire: His name is
Shadow.

He's always been a sombre chap,
Taciturn but not unmoving -
Introducing me to certain
Changes.

His path, in light, will follow mine,
But in the darkness remonstrance
With no semblance; he moves
My path.

Here he is in dark attire,
His face a haunting disapproval.
For the removal of malcontent,
He comes.

Just as he is bound to me,
So too must I reciprocate -
Demonstrate the draft he draws
For me.

Shadow changes my path.
He comes for me.