Shadow Play

My fellow shadow of play,

listen to what I must say.

You're full of fright and fear,

casted down like a midnight spear.

The forever changing years, splintering long;

ill suited while you grew so ever strong.

For now at the dawn of age,

time for shadow of play to take center stage.

No longer afraid of my own creative mind;

soon to be just a figment left behind.

The End

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