Light,
is it pure, because its bright?
or does it bring a darker night?
the brighter the light,
the shines and glows,
the darker the shadows begin to grow.
Through the twilight they twist and bend,
as if trying to escape the darkness within them.
forever to be trapped,
as our own reflections,
they wander the world,
with no guide or direction,
they bind to our souls,
and become part of us,
until we are gone,
and they are turned useless.
what good is a shadow to a dead man?
what else can it do but sit still and never stand?
where do these creatures go after the light is dim?
do they live and thrive again?
or is darkness death,
to which we've all grown accustom,
the same for them as if for us,
will we rejoin them in the afterlife of the dust?