Man is no more than
shadows
upon the surface,
washed away
with the slightest
tilt of Earth,
false prophets
flashing by
one by one
by one.
Without danger,
Man becomes
just man,
weak,
frightened,
dangling from the edge.
His power reverts
to pimples
and insecurities,
leaving emptiness
for all those who
loved Him.
No prince to the rescue.
Only shadows.