T'ley
20th June 2005, 03:05 PM
Another of my old poems. It might be going into one of my novels but I'm not sure yet.
The shadow in the Night
From the shadows I come, and whence I return:
the menace that haunts and plagues the night.
If you keep to the straight and narrow way, you will not know I'm here,
but if you should stray and turn away, becoming criminal,
you turn this way and that, that way and this but nowhere can you escape in the night.
The Shadow is there, the wraith in the darknesss like a wisp of smoke, there, then gone.
You will not escape.
Dead or alive, you will be found.
You will be brought to justice.
The Shadow is always fair.
He pays you your dues, then into the night he goes like smoke.
He vanishes, leaving no trace.
Once he is gone there is only the memory of what has been there.
But nothing has been, except the wraith from the dark,
the smoke on the wind, the Shadow in the night on silver wings.
The shadow in the Night
From the shadows I come, and whence I return:
the menace that haunts and plagues the night.
If you keep to the straight and narrow way, you will not know I'm here,
but if you should stray and turn away, becoming criminal,
you turn this way and that, that way and this but nowhere can you escape in the night.
The Shadow is there, the wraith in the darknesss like a wisp of smoke, there, then gone.
You will not escape.
Dead or alive, you will be found.
You will be brought to justice.
The Shadow is always fair.
He pays you your dues, then into the night he goes like smoke.
He vanishes, leaving no trace.
Once he is gone there is only the memory of what has been there.
But nothing has been, except the wraith from the dark,
the smoke on the wind, the Shadow in the night on silver wings.