Moving Shadows
A movement in the dark,
Out of the corner of my eye.
A shadow moving swiftly,
But it won't just pass me by.
A shadow from the past,
Always by my side.
A fleeting, twisted shape
From which I cannot hide.
It has eyes full of terror,
this demon of the night.
I wonder what I've done
That it so afflicts my sight.
The shadow, swift and silent,
Moves as if a breeze -
Watching me eternally
As it passes through the trees.
It never speaks, the moving dark,
Just as silent as a pair of eyes.
I wonder if I'll ever escape
From my companion and my cries.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2008
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