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When the Sun was Very Young
The facile Mr. Shadow
Blithely watches time go by,
Evaluating each mordant flux
With a cold and practiced eye.
He refrains from micromanagement.
There’s never been a need—
He views zero sum progressions,
And is loathe to intercede.
Murky minions loiter near,
Grudging insincere respects.
They're absolved by Mr. Shadow,
Who begets what he reflects.
He's not your usual dilettante,
Chanting hymns to the converted.
He displays the raw audacity
To preach to the perverted.
He's very good at what he does.
His goals need no defending.
But, please, don't ask him what they are—
Or expect a happy ending.
Published 10th Oct 2015
| Edited 16th Jun 2017
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10th Oct 2015 9:14pm
Oh wow, this is a beautiful portrayal. So much meaning to every line. Indeed, do not expect a happy ending where Mr. Shadow is involved.
Michael
Michael
24th Oct 2015 6:06pm
