One would think he should glow and shine
If you meet him you would guess shadows are his
But then he makes a lamp shine
And that’s when you see
He starts glowing down deep
And then the light spills from him
Almost like it was waiting to escape him
Woo two more to type up and Im caught up again. I did forget to say the last poem I found my own prompt just like this one. Sometimes you need something else to get you going.