The Shadow knows me. I am
The Pane. I let shade freely fall
upon, or light pass through.
That Lamont chap is a self-honorary
halberdier using kung mind fu tricks
on The Sly. Some cheat, huh? I call him
a piker.
Wants all people to know how bad he
really is, though!
Just so.
He
really,
really is that bad, or
was once, which
is the same thing
and always will be,
and what's more: was! Everyone knows
this about Him. And for too long a stretch
to fake-yawn now. By then ("now" back
then, I mean), everybody knows him, sees him
cast in every shady vaguely homo sapient silhouette
- the guilty get antsy. The not so guilty?
He can save them
with no complaints
left to speak.
None who saw him.
But I am The Pane!
YOU can't see through
ME, DAD.
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