The Shadow Poem by Tyrone Wingfield

The mistaken shadow who only seeks to offer aid
That disguises its purpose in the perverse
Although flesh seems to be its goal
The only desire is to free her from her dark universe

Despite the anger and the violence
He keeps on with something that is more than determination
The true goal is to help her escape
Her self-built cage of damnation

No matter what this shadow is always there
With a inhuman persistence
In the light and the dark, the good or bad
He will be there despite your resistance

Whatever form the shadow is needed
He will be there in full supply
Nothing you do can make this shadow depart
So save your energy and don't even try

In the darkest hour of your blackest night
I, the shadow, will always be there to shed some light