Shaddow Stepper

The shadow stepper’s dance,

And the shadow stepper’s song,

Sung by bats and birds of old,

Who roam the night, eternal young.

The light her bane,

And only love,

Comes with the days,

On wings of dove.

The day brings sun,

The day’s true knight.

Shadow’s bane,

Wielder of light,

When night comes,

He will sleep like death,

‘Till morning light,

Doth restore his breath.

Twilight comes with freedom’s bells,

Reuniting the stepper and knight,

Twilight’s made of both the shadow,

And the everlasting light.

Thus they see,

And thus they know,

The love of light,

And that of shadow.