Sure Shadows

Here comes the neutral ninja: The smiling swords that pierces through Souls, homes, palaces, and ghettos And leaves on them a mark of the grey sky, Never seen but stings the visible; The Somnambulist that snuffs gold Out of the virgin and married lands And leaves it as a desert useless in a box, The catalyst that hastens bitter drops He burst the crusts and rocks asunder Houses of gold and huts of old he tears apart Oh no! I hear serfs and lords cry at his deeds. Sure shadow, shallow shadow Not deep but swallows the mighty Sure shadows, cheerful shadow Not singing but causes some to rejoice.