Shadow's King

Shadow's Bending

Ever changing

Always moving

Never staying

Eyes of amber

Seeing through

Our darkest thoughts

Into the truth

Fangs so sharp

Gleaming white

Brighter than

The full moon's light

Like fresh blood

His horn's tipped red

A gorgeous scarlet

Like his bed

His mane is black

A beautiful sight

Like the final hour

Of midnight

I speak of Sombra

The king I long

Slave to his mastery

Both the right, and the wrong.