Shadow man.

Shadow man

Shadow words
with shadow pens
soft light is your friend
money written on printed page
the sun it shines
to fix and mend

theres no ruffles in a shadow
the lines are drawn straight and true

look deep inside your mind
what does the world outside prefer
shadows or you?

Im a shadow
a shadow
a shadow

well then welcome to shadow world
shadow friends;


Once upon a lunar tick a shadow was born on a page. It started of as a hand. The first thing that the hand gripped like a newborn baby, strong, clutching its fathers finger, was a pen. Under the sunlight the shadow hand and the pen danced togethor. Until an arm grew. The arm took up almost the entire length of the page. It moved this way and that like a snake. Then a point happened. It was an elbow. Which looked a bit like a hill or a mountain. Little people walking from the elbow point hill up the arm would come upon another part of the shadow. The shoulder. Whats this on the page. Curly hair. A face. The shadow has a face. A face with no face. The shape of a face never the less. The book closed fast and vicously quick. Snap! The shadow and some fragments of sun were trapped inside. Where they remained until, the day when exploring eyes would light up upon the book, and a hand or two hands would reach out, the shadow and the fragments of sun sat trapped inside the book, waiting, waiting for the day the books pages would be open again, and they could escape.