The shadow ran, as the figure stood still,
The shadow leaped, like it had no free will.

The shadow wondered,  why the figure turned frigid,
The shadow wasn't inspired, it began to feel insipid.

The shadow existed,  because master was alive,
The shadow revelled, in the days master would jive.

The shadow turned, to see if it still reflected master,
The shadow cried; the lights were a disaster.

The shadow was desperate, for master to act,
The shadow was in the deep, it couldn't retract.

The shadow began to fade, as master remained aloof,
The shadow was dead, master pulled off another spoof.