Why So Fascinated My Shadow Of I?

Why so fascinated my shadow of I?
Annoying sprite in the corner of my eye,
Melancholy, joyful, treasonous, or shy,
This shadow dutifully dances with I.

Why so fascinated my shadow of I?
Eternal lover, forever we lie?
On a winters morn, crisp and dry,
Did my mother your tiny self spy.

Why so fascinated my shadow of I?
Does thou not see this knife with thy shadow eye?
Can thou not see this tear I doth cry?
Where will you go when your master doth die?

My shadow, be not so fascinated with I.