Shadow:
Copying my moves,
it is my twin, yet different.
Lurking behind me.
Light:
It illuminates,
clearing your view, and curing.
Dark is cast aside.
Ink:
It is mere pigment.
Yet it may tell tales of life.
Magic, it shows worlds.(originally Magic, it stains paper)
Ant:
Busy, it scurries.
Carrying amazing weight.
Always quick, the ant.
Haiku:
Five syllables long,
Seven it is now in length,
And now back to five.
