SHADOWS
There were these shadows that caught my eye
They seemed to be parting, and I wondered why
Soon I attended to them closely
And I was certainly able to see
There was this black lady with her black man
She was approaching him, as far away from her, he ran
For as the hand of a clock
He couldn't help but walk
For beauty is always ahead of time
That's exactly the pattern which she could mime
For there's no other fate of beauty than the beast
Soon I could see the light, upon her darkness, to feast
The clock abruptly lost functionality
The black man could retain his conscious’ centrality
He glanced ahead of time, only to see his night consumed by the light
For the ignition of his life turned into reverse twilight
I could tell that the black man ran no more
His shadow was incomplete, as the emptiness did bore
So long after that, the shadow finally collapsed
There was an unspoken, yet confirmed hope for their return after an elapse
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