I stare through the shadows,
With eyes acutely keen.
Eyes that have adapted to,
Light, dark, and in between.

For I have fought the shadows,
And I did win the fight,
I exposed the greyness,
Of all the black and white.

Crouched there in the shadows,
There waits a hidden foe,
Mistakenly believing that,
His colors will not show.

I live within the shadows,
Accustomed to their feel,
And effortlessly I ascertain,
What is false or what is real.

Come forth from the shadows,
Challenge if you must.
But be warned, you naive soul,
You will be turned to dust.