Shadow Dancer

Wherever I walked, my shadow cast it's spell; did things with fire,
that I could not control. And some of my dreams fell like stars from
the sky. Like lightening upon the earth - my fallen angels.

My scattered thoughts.

And I cannot break away from my shadow. It is attached to me, part of
me. It leaps up out of the ground to dance with me; to mirror me.
To complement me.

Does God french kiss Satan?

I once wondered if there was someone who walked around with a magic
net, that captured peoples shadows; and that people who didn't have
their shadows anymore, became empty and could not live.

Yes God french kisses Satan.

And when the net came my way, to steal my shadow. I would not let it.
For I knew that my shadow was my lover. And I could not live without
it.

From the unity of God and Satan comes creation.

So I danced with my shadow; and creation bloomed forth. Night became
day, and day became night. The thunderbolt struck the void.

One cannot exist without the other.

So we stood on each end of the shore. The opposite poles of the
spectrum. And in the space between us, the colours of the rainbow
shone.

They divided to define each other.