Written by James Record in 2016.
A shadow’s creator is unknown;
A cold black projection of their self,
For people to walk all over;
And no one stops to ask who made it.
The shadow bearer briefly feels ten-foot-tall,
As the failing sun casts their silhouette,
Over the busy people,
Who care not for the invisible one.
As the sun finally sets,
The world is plunged into darkness once more.
Now the shadow is truly invisible,
Indistinguishable from the shade of the horizon.
The shadow’s only legacy,
Fades into the background.
The cold night is silent for one,
Who is seen neither by day nor by night.