The Shadow Comes

To sit beside his bed... [Poem]

Jul 21, 2026

The Shadow Comes

The One I Wrote with the Shadow Sitting at my bedside

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The Shadow comes
With icy breath
With heavy touch
With fetid stench

And there it sits 
Beside his bed
Those harrowed eyes
Those words of dread

And though the dawn
Comes bright and clear
He sees it not
Nor does he hear

Around him shifts 
That waking world
The beating heart
Those lives unfurled

Yet there he is
And there he stays
By Shadow’s word
All is unmade

And all he does
Is turned to dust
And all that is 
He cannot touch

And all that was
It mars with lies
And all that comes 
Is lost from sight

This whispered death
It dogs his steps
And who can guess
How many left

To move would be 
A vagrant lie
To stay is all 
He can contrive

But perhaps on turning 
Of the moon
Or waking sun
Or flower’s bloom

Perhaps the Shadow
Will pass away
And perhaps the light
Will touch his face

Perhaps the time
Shall come again
When all is bright
And all begins

But now the Shadow
Sits by his bed
And whispers things
Better left unsaid

So there he is
And there he stays
And still he will
In coming days

While Shadow’s reign 
Is long and true
And all he does
It will undo

The Shadow comes
With icy breath
With heavy touch
With fetid stench

And there it sits
Beside his bed
It ever whispers
Such words of dread

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