Your shadow is a morsel
That keeps me nourished a little
More every time I see it.

I thirst for the sight of it like
A pretty swan in the park
I want to bathe in its darkness
It medleys in with his skin.

If they only swipe at you,
Fifty swift exes stand sentry
To confound the fiend right there.

Then you step away from the dark
And pounce on him to jar him
The little eyes far away would
Applaud to mystify them.