Aligned by perfect outline,
from steady backlit glow-
shadowy figure stalks me...
but why, I do not know.
Always there at every turn,
in every direction I choose.
Determined, to one day catch up to me,
by whatever devised up ruse.
I fear this shadowy figure-
always at my back.
For I know one day, if off my guard,
it surely will attack.
With nowhere for me to run,
no darkened place to hide,
I know my final day shall be,
when the two of us collide.