You see them everyday,
The Shadows that have substance.
In silence they stride,
For fear of the light of cruelty.
With the softest whispers they speak,
So that their words won't draw light to them.
Everyday you see The Shadows,
But your eyes never truly seeing.
The illusion of your eyes betray you,
For you see The Shadows as needing destroyed.
You only see them for what you think they represent,
Your demise, your opposite, your evil...your wish.
But worry not, The Shadows seek not destruction,
Their own survival guides them indisputably.
For they are elusive creatures,
Avoiding the light that has already destroyed you.