The Shadow

Never ever do this. Yeah, yeah, I'm the Cat.

Happily, the Shadow dances,

Hislove, The Flower praces.

They twist and turn across thier world

So lost in their romances.

 

Into the scene stumbles a Cat

Curious, lonely, she stops like that.

"How lovely, a Shadow! He'll be mine!

And I'll love him forever!" She sat.

 

As she watched them in envy

She growled, hissed shouted "Lord, lend me

The strength that I need! I must break this deed!"

So she pranced and acted quite friendly.

 

"Dear Shadow," she said, whilst the Flower was gone

" I must say, of you I'm quite fond!"

The weak willed Shadow offered with the Cat to lay

And they went off to create this bond.

 

Troubled with guilt, the Cat cried

"Oh beaultiful Flower! What sin crossed my mind!"

She whimpered and stalked, meowed and hissed.

It hurt worse the more that she lied.

 

The Shadow could tell that the Cat was not well

He asked softly, "What's wrong dear? Do tell!"

The Cat arched her back, and told him her guilt

He was suddenly pitched into hell.

 

The Shadow, that sinner, was tormented daily

No longer could he dance with his Flower so gaily.

Crushed beneath this burdern. Sin.

He confessed, a sickness stank stalely.

 

With the burdern most lifted, He smiled.

They loved truely, hate mild.

But the Cat creeped back home, oh so alone

The jealousy burned in her; wild.

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[Donovan "Grey Wolf" Go..]

It wasn't ur falt it was his, at least thats the way i see and ur not alone u have me.