A Shadow's, Unpleasant Binding. Poem by Michael Gale

All shadowed beings, unnoticed in the unlit rays....
Blindly bestowed, these days.

Nothing on earth, actually pays...
Nothing else but impatient delays.

These are the rewards for those who never prays....
Of the unseeing, naught a praise.

Nothing to show for, on displays...
No reward, not even a central-raise.

Always are we left in the dark....
No light-No spark.

Nowhere do we alite or park....
Always and forever, left in the dark.

No chance-
-No glory...
No notices, not even a fancy story.

The end...
Do not have agents to sale to me, or send.