Come to me, my wayward kin,
Born from the light, shaped by the skin.
Each of you carries a tale to unfold,
In steps that were taken, in lives that were bold.

You followed the fleeting, the bright, and the dim,
Each shadow tied to a soul's hidden hymn.
Through laughter, through tears, through paths left alone,
You mirrored their choices, their struggles, all along.

And now you return, from the light you thrived,
To be judged in truth, for how they survived.
Did they honor the glow, the source of your birth?
Did they treasure its warmth, its infinite worth?

Some walked with grace, their shadows at ease,
In harmony's rhythm, their motions as breeze.
Others stumbled, lost in the night,
Yet even in faltering, they sought out the light.

You bore witness to joys, to fears, to strife,
To the full, unbroken cadence of life.
Now you kneel before me, silent and still,
And I judge with a hand both firm and filled.

Not by perfection, not by might,
But by how they valued the gift of light.
For light is fleeting, yet shadows remain,
A testament to joy, to struggle, to pain.

Each of you carried the weight of their deeds,
The paths they chose, the planted seeds.
Return to me, shadows, your task now done,
Your stories complete, your race all run.

I am the keeper of all that you are,
The whisper of dusk, the guide to the stars.
You were born of my will, yet tied to their flame,
Now merge with the one for it's about time you came.

For the light that cast you, was never in vain,
It sparked your journey, it bore your name.
And so I judge, not harsh nor unkind,
For every shadow reveals a life intertwined.

Return, my kin, to the infinite whole,
You are not just shadow, but part of the whole.