Dance of the Black Shadow
A Poem of Mystery and Intrigue
Verses by M.R
The Black Shadow is catching up
With me!
No matter how fast I run!
I feel, at times,
It is the Wolf.
I am the lamb.
At times, I feel
It is a weird bird,
Slowly spreading
Its huge wings on me,
Wrapping up my body and soul
Which freeze
Under their cold feet!
I think of you.
I cry:
Set me free! Set me free!
Then I feel some warmth,
And see some light.
It is gone…
But I know
It will come back!
And someday
The black shadow of indifference
Will spread on me!
I will struggle
With the queer feeling
Of being swallowed...
