Lurking in the darkness,

Footsteps through the night.

Be wary of intentions,

But fear not a loathsome fright.

It slumbers in the day,

Not one for things so bright.

Consumed by ones own shadows,

Within it still holds light.

When shadow meets its match,

Shinning through, despite.

It is mirrored back to self,

Seeing black within the white.

Acknowledge self in both forms,

Without judgment for what’s right.

Hold no malice for this creature,

That’s been hiding in plain sight.