In the dark moments do the shadows die?
Or is it that in the darkness they just reside,
Only to reveal themselves in glaring light,
Raring to survive in the race against time?
Did the shadow that followed me today,
The same one that followed me yesterday?
Or a new shadow was born around dawn,
To follow the destined path in its sojourn?
They say shadow is just the absence of light,
But light was never absent, only invisible,
Travelling eternally once born in spacetime,
Amid a paradox of duality in the cosmic reign...
Shadows thus exist in an entwined reality,
Thriving in the dark underbelly of the light,
Fighting for the freedom they aspire for,
Everytime a bulb glows or the sun shines...
Once a shadow was wandering over the valleys,
Accompanying a flying falcon in the evening twilight,
As the dusk arrived on the sun-kissed horizon,
The shadow foresaw the abyss of its flickering life...
Now the falcon would sleep peacefully till the first ray of light,
And its shadow would see its end in the darkness of the night...
But the bloodlust of a hunter shuffled their imminent fates,
When a bullet whizzed across the valley like an Angel of Death...
The Angel pierced the wings of the Emperor of Skies,
Bringing it down in a brief encounter of the worst kind...
As the emperor was falling from the wandering heights,
A story of love was being written in that summer twilight...
Deep into the gorges lining the humble hills of the wild,
The falcon saw its own shadow, waiting to embrace its old ally...
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