The monsters that steal our joy
Are gentle giant shadows
They did not bite or sting
Yet we felt the pain
They bear no teeth
Except for the fangs, we gave them
No hands
Except for the claws we accorded
No feathers
Except for the wings we created
The mammoths we fear
Are shadows in our minds
Of all the things that be mighty
Has a shadow not been counted
The shadow of a sly serpent
Cannot sting
The shadow of the blue blood bulldog
Cannot bite
Fear may be real
But fear not the shadows
Except for the thoughts that made them giants
Fear not the giants
Except for the eyes that exalted them
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