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I am the murky shadow that walks the streets.
I am the gray that steals the sun’s splendid grace.
I hide a baby’s warmth to her mother’s face.
I am why the city glows as its people sleep.
I bear no grudge to what showers and depletes;
I have no scars to tell why I’m not embraced.
You should fear the shadows and stoke the fireplace.
I creep around town; I am the gloom that seeps
until nightfall passes; and the sun has overtaken
making me battle the land I have tainted,
but when the sun gets tired the battle is won!
So you better pray the sun--stays awaken--
because I’ll hide in the trees, under branches not abated;
I’ll be back, with vengeance, I have just begun!