paraphrase of a shadow

Evil

What is it good for?

Mirror

Something to play

He was

Haunting a long one

Took me to storm once

Broke up my wings

Who are

Those who can conjure

Those who speak wonders

Shape-shifting seers

Spirit

Known as my brother

Doesn't he wander

Too close to your ear

He sings for

You to see further

Pouring a breath into the hands

A puppeteer

With my hands I

Transform into

Something that can

Bring life into

Paint my eyes

And I'll see...