Names in Shadow

Name, name, what’s your name?

What is your real name?

Does it have meaning? Is it just for fun?

Or does it have luster like a double-barrel gun?

Short, fast, quick, slow?

Well, wouldn’t you like to know.

Me? My name?

A secret old, one that has been long since foretold.

Will I tell you? Not a chance.

Some names must be spoken, others hidden in shadow.

I’ll leave clues, a trail, the parts of my name behind so that

I will live on, my presence lingering on every syllable.

Maybe you’ll figure it out, maybe you won’t.

It’s all on how you see it.