My shadow's perfection
Reflects me with soft edges
Round a dark form
And muted projections
My shadow's possession
Keeps still, twisting organs
Embedded in despair
And knotting convulsion
My shadow's protection
Wards off spears and lances
From cutting trenches
And sharp dissections
My shadow's with me
My shadow's in me
Struggling for me
Smoldering for me
On the hard ground
The hot ground the sun bakes
The cruel, burning ground
The deep, dark ground the sun hates
And I'm in it's debt
Because it hides my death
Till the sun sets behind the hill
And turns everything
Even me, to nil