In the land of shadows, where darkness reigns,
A lone figure stands, filled with pains,
Watching silently as a person grows old,
Feeling the weight of memories untold.

The shadow has been there since the very start,
A faithful companion, never far apart,
It has seen the person's triumphs and falls,
And now it watches as time slowly calls.

The shadow feels the ache of aching bones,
As the person grows weary and feels alone,
It sees the wrinkles forming on their face,
And knows that time cannot be erased.

But amidst the sadness and the fear,
There is a sense of love that is near,
For the shadow knows the person well,
And in their heart, there's a story to tell.

It remembers the laughter, the joy, the tears,
The moments of...