“I don’t wait for anyone!”
Koomp shouted as she ran
And tripped and fell and watched
Her shadow run off on the sand.

“Now there’s one who won’t tarry,”
Koomp thought aloud to all,
Who could not hear her for,
Of course, she’d left them all to fall.

But now she had a hero
Out along the edge
Of all the prim and proper things
That bowed under the pledge

To never let a shadow
Ever be a thing
That they’d care at all about,
From pompous pawn to king.

Koomp runs on still shadowless,
Tripping here and there,
Loving that her shadow runs
Out beyond a care.