At the foot of the bed,
a pair of lace, gently resting side by side,
are waiting for the slender toe
to creep inside and hide
She gently prowls and waits around
until the light is dim,
your eyes are weary, your strength is faint
Do not let the Shadow Lady in.
She coos and soothes, seemingly
to say just “what you need”
And promises what she can not give
do not let the Shadow Lady in
Leave the room, turn the Light,
Throw her shoes through the side glass door
Do not let her feet, into her shoes hide,
The Shadow Lady’s Slippers do not abide
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 2:33 PM UTC
At the foot of the bed,
a pair of lace, gently resting side by side,
are waiting for the slender toe
to creep inside and hide
She gently prowls and waits around
until the light is dim,
your eyes are weary, your strength is faint
Do not let the Shadow Lady in.
She coos and soothes, seemingly
to say just “what you need”
And promises what she can not give
do not let the Shadow Lady in
Leave the room, turn the Light,
Throw her shoes through the side glass door
Do not let her feet, into her shoes hide,
The Shadow Lady’s Slippers do not abide
2008-2009
Formerly, "The Shadow Lady's Slippers"