N ever a tinge of colour in life, Forever etched in black and white. Ever obeying the master's bid, To follow him till death decides. Caged in cold and stony walls, But still an ally through love and war. Not a sound, not a word, Not a drop of tear to shed. Dark, a fiend; Light, a friend; A man at dawn, A child at noon, And again a man, At sundown. What is there in such a life, To be the slave of another man? I do wonder so, About the life of my Shadow. Click To Subscribe Rate This Post: