Shadows play in the evening
What will they become
A gruesome face stalking the night
A rabid dog waiting to bite
A monstrous creature up in the sky
Maybe an eagle ready to fly
The shadow makes grand
That which is not
Or makes something huge
The size of a dot
It instills fear
In the hearts of man
Is that a part of some
grand master plan
Or is the shadow there to enjoy
To foster the vision
Of the impressionable boy
In reality the shadow
Is nothing at all
A simple reflection
For us to enthrall
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