Shadows

A lake as hard as rocks-reflects

many thingsof seeing.

We can see the dark against the light,

impure and evil and civil.

We cannot hear it

and we cannot feel it.

It will always come with us

where there is light.

Tall and brooding,

short and shrewd,

doubled or tripled.

The dark spirits shrink and expand;

moving as the undead move,

copying every movement.

Only blackness and cold you cannot feel.

You sense its eye, watching you

with ancient jealousy for life.