There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

Beware simple merchant traveling with rich wares HIs price is always right but the cost ensnares Delicious sweets, gold or bountiful seed All with foul taint to make a soul bleed Your neighbors covet and cannot stay away Everyone withers and falls into dismay  …

I want to be my shadow trade places for a day go where she goes what adventures she must go on always disappearing when I’m inside To be my shape without a face a blank slate eyes that see but not be seen within my…

Step out of the shadows. They’re not the night that hides you, and they’re not the light, that makes you shine. In the shadows you are not a rebel and not unseen, but perhaps unnoticed. Step through the gates, I know they appear narrow and…