Don’t think I walk
in medieval dark.
I walk in shadow shade.
Still searching convert
for transmuting light.
The advantage of shade?
I don’t get burnt dismayed.
Totally needlessly
indiscriminately darkened done.
By scorching ray of inferno sun.
Still searching shadow creation
transmutation scientific revelation.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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