The Shadow - Paradigma

Every night I feel it behind me

Every night I sense its presence

Every night it’s haunting me

As ominious as my dyed counscience

Every night it turns every dream

Into a frowsty nightmare

Every night I want to turn

And finally face this shadow

In a frowsty chill

A mist of fear

The one I do not wish to know

Resides my every dream

The Shadow, my unseen

Beholding captor

Every night I feel it behind me

Every night I want to face its nature

But never this do I dare

For saw I it, surely die would I

Last night, in my dream I turned

To face the faceless peril

How morbid my dreads then seemed

As I saw my own distorted face

In a moisty chill

A dreadlike mist

The one I restist to know

Enshrouds my every dream

The Shadow, my hidden

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