Shadow, companion to those who take rest,
you that expands yourself in the drowsy eye of the fading light.
Why do you sometimes lurk,
create fear,
play havoc with the weakened mind?
But although you loom so large and sinister,
probing with your misshaped fingers,
finding so many places to lay down and hide,
dark and menacing,
I know how small you really can be
in the true light of day.
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