Often, the shadow man has come to me,
Appearing out of nothing, stepping out of darkness.
And often I've turned from him to flee.
But often times I've been perplexed,
For he has never chased after me.
The shadow man is wrapped in darkness.
His face, shrouded - hidden from view.
His cloak flows around him
And he hides himself from me.
But today is a new day.
No longer shall I flee the shadow man.
Instead, I approach. Instead, I embrace.
And in our embrace, the shroud is thrown back
To reveal light, washing over everything,
And I realize, the shadow man is
Who I was searching for all along.
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