A shadow was cast upon my wall,
Lingering there for me to see.
Testing me, to see if I knew,
The shape it was supposed to be.
I knew it, though it knew not me,
To be the darkness of another,
The creature comfort of a homestead,
The sadness of what was her.
There she sits, among the waves,
A shade of what once was great,
And there I sat, and spat,
At the calamity of my fate.