Silver Shadow (pc)
Posted to Poetry
by Arnoa on 2002-02-22 07:29:00
I once saw a shadow white
of my being in the dark.
The black anti-sun made it
grow shining clear and stark.
Raving mad I cried: A ghost!
It was not its brightness
but surrounding black
which frightened me most.
Yet be not afraid I said
It imitates as shadows do.
Though I was not sure of that.
Was it not I who acted
and the shadow true?
I saw it waving at me
and I waved back.
I saw it clenching full of hate
with its hands around my neck.
