A task so hard
that I really should quit,
is chasing the shadows,
though ne'er I'll admit.
They stealthily move
and are very fleeting,
it's like they can hear
my heart when it's beating.
So quietly now
they flit all around,
appearing on walls
but never the ground.
Into one room
and right out the other,
they're looking so hard
so hard for a brother.
Though shadows they mix
-- come from everything,
they're all on their own
with no one for King.
A group oh! united
yet very divided:
shadows, they weep
in the dark when you sleep.
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