A shadow walked beneath the streetlight
When the night was dark, with no moonlight.
And as the shadow watched how the stars glittered brightly
They too peeked at it ever-so-slightly.
"I know 'tis my color which frightens you most,
when I walk the nights not as pale as a ghost,
but as dark as the night sky would be without you;
a blackness not even you can peer through."
Bellowed the shadow at the stars.

Many moments of still silence passed.
The shadow only stared at the sky so vast
and waited for the star's responding taunt.
But they remained somewhat nonchalant.
"Are you not angered by what I dare utter?
Have you no words you wish to sputter?
Has the night chained you like a mindless slave?
Have you already dug your own grave?"
And waited the shadow, for answers which never came.


"Have you too grown weary of this old me,
have you too decided to leave; to flee?
Nay, that is untrue, I still see you here,
though dim you are I beg you not to disappear."
Asked and begged the shadow.
"Because who then shall I ever vex,
while I live enshrouded by this wretched hex?"
In displeasure spat the shadow.

"I see you fading back into your abyss,
now all that is left for me is to leave and reminisce.
Then I shall return when once again the moon is no more,
for she is the one I most certainly wish to ignore."
The shadow dissipated, waiting to come another night.