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The Shadow
At the dawn of Man's becoming, spun a web of dark deceit,
So to seize his soul forever, clothed in envy sugar sweet.
In the darkness moves the shadow... like a veil of ebony,
Clouding all the sleeping senses, tracing out each destiny!
Deep into his core it burrows, till he bleeds a stream of tears...
Thus stealing his tranquillity... sowing there his hidden fears!
As a cloud of starlings flying, cross the sky to shroud the sun,
So the mind's eclipsed by sorrow - Man's destruction has begun!
In the darkness moves the shadow... there with heart as black as coal!
Night obscures the fading dawn with dereliction of the soul...
poem
by
Denis Martindale
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