I fear none but a shadow,
It may sound a bit shallow,
But it is a true halo.
The small image that follows,
Equips a trendy follow,
Creating a remnant shallow.
The moving shadow runs over,
Implying a frenzied hover,
Impressing a terrible devour.
The mystical virtuoso calls for,
A sullied crossover,
Defying a fear whatsoever.
There erupts a stifling languish ,
Casting a scare feverish,
Resulting in a grade impoverish.
There emanates a resurgence,
Calling for an emergence,
Specifically arriving on a turbulence.
The shadow slowly fades ,
Clearing the misty shades,
As they rest on cluster of blades.
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