shadows

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if shadows were made of anjels
who've fallen from the clouds
harps lay broken and halos lost
their tattered wings darkness could not mend
what wicked games would these shadows play
bereft of righteousness and purpose
their eyes turned inward &
minds pulled outward
what wicked dances would shadows weave
just outside of sunshine's reach
just behind your head &
always at your feet
what wicked things would shadows say
whispers in nightime lapping softly at your ear
shadows' laughter just behind your eyelids
shadows' torment just behind your heart
if shadows were made of anjels
who've fallen from the clouds
hearts lay broken and hopes lost
point at the clouds & scream damnation
what wicked games these shadows play
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