Shadow Play

When twilight to the window creeps

And starlight, here and there,

Is seen against the night-time’s dark

That spreads now up the stair;

‘Tis at that time when children rest

All snuggled in their beds

That shadows come to dance among

The stars and maple-heads.

In day’s cold light the shadows hide

About the children’s feet

Behind them flowing, spreading out

At object’s edge to meet.

Till Sun goes down her power’s strong

The shadows stayed confined

But when light dies o’er the Earth

They then free roam can find.

In darkness where they make their home,

Where stars are far above

There are trees to climb and lily-pads

To play in night they love.

The shadows skip about, and twirl

Throughout the night they play

And seem to mimic children, whom

They mimic in the day.

When red light o’er the whole world spreads

And the children rise from sleep

The shadows off the world do slip

And to their masters creep.

But days are brief and days are long

Though each one is the same;

When they die, shadows fly away

And take back up their merry game.

Featured image by Zach Franzen

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H. G. Warrender

H.G. Warrender is a writer who wants to be a faerie queen. Her work has appeared in magazines such as "The Copperfield Review", "The Scene and Heard Journal", and "Jumbelbook".

When not writing, she can be found having adventures in her home of Upstate New York. Coffee is her favorite magic potion. You can visit her online at hgwarrender.com.

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