I live under a rock, and I live comfortably
And I am vastly flatter than anyone has right to be.
For I am but a shadow that never has been cast
I think my time will come when enough magic has amassed.
To let me out into the sun, where I rightfully belong
And I can do ever so frightfully wrong.
What shape is a shadow the comes nowhere from?
Am I full of spikes? Am I stubby-legged thumb?
Inky black potential. I have teeth, though I’ve no lips.
I’ve a mouth made of the darkness of the very last eclipse.
You know you have a shadow, you think it ordinary
You think you understand it, this dark thing that you carry
A shadow is just natural when the light has been blocked.
And try to never ask what happens if it is unlocked.
I am an uncast Shadow.
I am the evil twin. O
f something far more dangerous than anything that’s ever been.
I live under a rock. When that rock is overturned
I’ll teach ungentle lessons that will never be unlearned.
