Shadow

Gaily began

A proud idler,

In sunshine and night,

He walked long,

Lamenting songs

In search of self

But she grew tense,

This idler so bold

And beneath her shadow

Fell as she searched

That looked like self

And as her strength

Failed her in length,

She met astray shadow

“Hey!” Said she

Where it can be?”

“Not here.”

“Not there”

“Down the shadow of pale figure”

“lurking….’