In the light dark i stare at my toes,
and there stand my three shadows,
behind the earth they align in a row
a sight of friendly foes.
One stands tall and sure,
viewing beyond her tours,
but history overlaps her roars,
behind the veil of the past she cowers.
But she at the centre,
isnt just any other painter,
failures she brushes fainter,
saving pieces of art for later.
Her at the far right,
my dark knight,
moves all steps right,
and wins all fights,
but she is never right,
when darkness fall and its night,
for she climbs unreachable heights,
then they all fall a broken kite,
My three shadows....