The Shadows
To the east,
A single incandescent light,
Lights the room.
Glowing with warmth,
My cold room becomes warm,
But I shiver.
The shadows behind me are dark,
The light before me is inviting,
But I fall to the shadows.
The light is gone,
But the warmth is here,
It dwells in the shadows.
The shadows are my home,
The night is my life,
But my soul is evil.
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