To find out their profession,

Some call it an art,

They come from the dark,

They are true artists by heart,

And sometimes they weigh the cons more than the pros,

They make the best shadows,

Rewriting history,

Rewiring realities,

They even take their art to photoshop,

Right before they falseify court records and official documents,

They travel in pairs, and move shadow to shadow,

This is just a highly misunderstood art,

Figure this part out,

And you'll know their true profession.

Most don't, until they're already gone.

They miss the chance for goodbye,

Never realizing that they might be missed by those they leave behind,

The family and friends they never knew could exist,

With the ones they left behind.

And they go before they even find out,

That they left a true loyal friend,

Not all of them are they, maybe one or two.