Shadows Secret In a sigh much like a draft of wind A phantom lurks behind forest trees Dressed in shadow black as coal The face is kept unknown Beside the camp tents where lovers lay He sneaks past as quiet as night turns to day The biggest witnesses are natures eyeless trees But this phantom does not leave He takes his bow from his belt Sharpened and piercingly sword-like He walks between the folding An angel of destruction His arrow pokes and prods the flesh of lovers Just before their hands are held by each other And the blood soaks through their clothing And their lips touch, and they're dying On the soft grass in the glass darkness of night They open their eyes, and live again, born anew From the destruction, life is fullfilled for an instant As cupid walks away in the distance Please Comment.