Black Shadow

When the sun breaks she appears

Because it posts its message wide

Majestically she walks into the room

And re-appear on his beard

Like a bald nothing to be ashamed of

She follows like it's twitter @twitter

And retweet RT like a tweeter

She sounds better on speakers

Ironically, she's dumb on flashlight

And loud on a bash night.

The cameraman may disregard her

But the photoshopper needs her blessing.

She's visa to all elements

A ticket to fly under the sun

Password to all matters that aren't sun

Yet a bunch of rioters race against this flexing.

Although, it's it but here's the forensic

For argument's sake let's say she's dead

For goodness sake, she's alive yet dead

Yes she exists where there's a friction on light.

If light is dead, she is but not tonight.