I Remember, I remember, of a long paved path in late November
When the sky was dull and black and the wind blew cold upon my back
It was here where my directions died, and where the darkness was my only guide
This walk was pleasant and steady in time, until the thing pursued behind.
The long dark road stretched far ahead and into lights the future tread
But as I walked fast upon the trail, my greatest efforts were to no avail
The thing stretched long and fast behind me, breathing nothing and running blindly
I ran long and fast ahead, for towards the light the path did tread
I reached the light where the dark was banished but all the same my pursuer vanished
I stood in query and waited long, thinking of ways to move along
I took a breath and looked around, darkness covered all the ground
It was then that had I decided, to run towards home, fast and un-beguiled
As I left the thing flew forth, and I took off running towards the north
I ran fast but it kept pace, making no noise yet gaining hast
Faster than I ran ahead, yet it grew closer as I tread
The thing moved fast but I moved faster, it claws around me like an aster
I could feeling it breathing down my neck and the faster I ran up towards my deck
I jumped up the stairs and opened the door only to find it had made it there before
I screeched at its sight until I seized, this was a sight I could not believe
The thing that had pursed me long
The thing that ran so far and long
The thing that was no friend of light
And the thing that chased me all that night
For only hollow it did bore
It was my shadow and nothing more.