Verdict

Shadows don't grow forked tails

Shadows don't grow forked tails So I thought

Over my shoulders I turn

Over my shoulders I turn Oftentimes to catch

Over my shoulders I turn Oftentimes to catch My silhouette in the act

Perchance to witness baby horns

Perchance to witness baby horns Sprouting on the forehead

Perchance to witness baby horns Sprouting on the forehead Of my little mischief

Its shriveled claws did reach out

Its shriveled claws did reach out To penetrate a floundering heart

Once, or twice

Once, or twice I dare say