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.
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