Turn it off, then back on again.
Then switch your bulbs,
So they cast shadows of different effects,
But still shadows by name.
Connected through a power socket,
My power surges through you,
We made shadows dance and come to life.
As we danced and came to life.
Then the tempting times tapped on our window,
And you became a simple flashlight,
Switching in haunted hands.
Witching your new shadows and delights,
Faceless men put their batteries in you.
Play no shadow tricks here,
No objects to cast upon; slim, fat, short, or tall.
Where once was a lifeline, a power cord,
Remains a haunted hollow hole in the wall.