paraphrase of a shadow

Evil What is it good for? Mirror Something to play He was Haunting a long one Took me to storm once Broke up my wings Who are Those who can conjure Those who speak wonders Shape-shifting seers Spirit Known as my brother Doesn't he wander Too close to your ear He sings for You to see further Pouring a breath into the hands A puppeteer With my hands I Transform into Something that can Bring life into Paint my eyes And I'll see...