• Slowly does the Shadow Cat purr
    When one does stroke the Shadow Cat’s fur
    So tame, so gentle, when dear kitty is calm
    Like the sweet scent of mid-summer balm

    But raise the sun and hear Shadow Cat hiss
    A warning that you’ve just gone amiss
    You have but seconds to face Shadow Cat’s wrath
    Or you’ll lose yourself in the shadowed blood bath

    Because, while the Shadow is wise of mind,
    There’s to one thing that this cat is quite blind
    Shadow Cat treads just one darkened path
    Yet glances not at its opposite half

    It is the sun that creates the Shadow Cat’s world
    Of darkness and sorrow and intricate swirls
    This sun offers balance to the under-moon place
    Where the Shadow Cat plays with undetermined fate