Doubt of Shadow

Why are shadows so unsure?
Is it because light is so ever pure,
when set against the dark night,
leaving them out of every write?

Whether they lead or just follow,
seems these shadows swallow
all of their penumbric pride,
keeping all of this fear inside.

Never content in shades of gray,
always left longing to play
some role in this tragic production,
instead of cut out by blind reduction.

So, they are always left out,
beyond any shadow of a doubt,
as they wait silently in dread
for the laden verdict to be read.

For such are the die they cast—
exiled from both future and past,
left right here in the candle glow,

marooned in the doubt of shadow.