When I was young and frightened
I hid in strange places in the night.
I never knew back then
that what I feared would be my life.
So long ago that innocent little fool ran
from the wonderful shadows of the night.
Once caught and shown the way
I learned to embrace their magic.
No, I'm no slavering ugly and stupid vampire.
Nor am I the worthy wolf.
I am a shadow passing, a glimpse some folk
catch from the corner of their eye.
A moments notice, and I vanish.
For I am a shadow in the night.
A shade of past times.
A memory lingering behind of someone you once knew.
I sip the very darkness from your soul.
Then channel it back into the darkmess it came from.
I am niether good nor evil.
I am what YOU make me.
For I am but a reflection of the night time you.