My Shadow

I see it caress again and again
Crooning and swaying in the black
Could the hand be poison?
A touch to make souls brittle?

My elusive shadow drains it all
Until the husk stands anew to thrive
And the shadow returns, bent
But just as beautiful that first time.

I am the fool to my shadow
But all the baubles of day
Cannot compare to such a jewel of night
Giving hope and instilling fright.

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