Into the shadow 

Ugly it looks

My shadow 

Full of pikes 

The teeth sharp

It stinks mouldy

I don’t want to look at it 

It might be an alien part 

That would be fine

I could chase it away 

Divide it from me

Suddenly I would be pretty 

Sober and nice

Yet the path leads inside 

This is my own part 

That stands there in iron 

Merciless and brutal

And so I stride into it

And become

The shadow