HE WALKS IN SHADOWS WHERE NONE CAN SEE
WALKING IN SHADOWS SO QUIETLY
HIS NATURAL HABITAT IS THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT
A SILK SHIRT HE WEARS.....A SHIRT OF WHITE
HIS LEATHER PANTS OF BLACKEST NIGHT
COMPLIMENT HIS SHIRT SO RIGHT
AND IN THE DARKNESS WHERE HE DOTH HIDE
FROM SHADOW TO SHADOW SEEMING TO SLIDE
HE, THE SHADOWS, THEY DO HIDE
THE CHANCES OF BEING SEEN ARE SLIM
A TRENCHCOAT OF GRAY DOTH HE WEAR
A SIGN OF NUETRALITY TO ALL WHO STARE
A SHADOW I AM AND SHALL I BE
THE SHADOWS SEEMING TO ALWAYS HIDE ME
ONLY TO THOSE HE WISHES TO SEE
ARE THE SHADOW'S ACTIONS SHOWN TO THEE
ALWAYS IN LIGHT BUT NEVER TRULY SEEN
HALWAY IN DARKNESS DOES HE LEAN
HIS FEATURES NEVER TRULY ARE KNOWN
FOR THESE ARE THINGS THAT IN THE SHADOWS ARE NOT SHOWN
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