Frost

Shadow. A shadow so formidable it is a lone, independent entity, freed from that deviant silhouette, with its own cause, liberated from the burden to follow and bestowed with the will and skill, to lead. It has transcended the teachings of its pedagogue. It has forged its own shape and with the clarity of passion in its eyes, it has conquered what once ruled over him. It caught glimpse of what used to render it blind to the wonder it was surrounded by. A shadow so embracing of light, it glows darker at sunsets. In flutes, serenades, interludes & drums, it has unearthed an inner serenity to accommodate the distorted proportions of the particles/elements of life, being a shadow itself. Yielding a power, immeasurable in any unit, it has anchored itself to its free will. In pain, it extracted solace. In disbelief, it has found faith. Faith in itself. Faith that it could conquer the stars and make a necklace out of constellations. A shadow fanning the flames of construction and destruction for amusement. Somewhat appealing to the senses, it can allure you. It is the most fortunate author of the laws of attraction and repulsion. While dim-witted souls sought and begged for the blessing, approval and acquiescence of others, it felt no such thirst. It had understood that the opinion of the angle, the surface, the projection and the texture can, most certainly, alter its situation but cannot, in any way, change its focal point, since it was its own light.