Every night, when The moon rises

And the sunlight fades from the sky

You lose sight of your shadow

Have you ever wondered why?

Each night, our shadows detach from our feet

Left to wander through the sea of darkness

Creeping as a fog

Invisible to our eyes, our ears, our noses

Not visible at all

They take to the streets

walking slow, or fast

Keeping just out of sight of the streetlights

Silent as cats feet

They swirl and swirl outside

Not a soul truly knows

What the shadowwalkers do each night

A debate of merely speculations

Its unlikely we find the truth

As to what the scary shadows really do

Children shiver in fear of their shadows

Despite being friends by day

Their impenetrable cold only being chased away

By the scorching heat of the sun

Some say that these shadowwalkers circle

Anybody out past dark

Circling like a pack of wolves

Bloodthirsty with the hunt

Perhaps more similar to vultures

Circling over the already dead

For if You’re out that late

Your life is already at an end