Shadows rose behind and reached out long arms from the East.
Just the shadow of dark mountain peaks rose behind them.
The Shadow rose from the ground and crossed the parking lot to his small car.
Until a dark shadow rose from the depths of their exchange.
Then a shadow rose from a hollow he hadn't even seen, and moved towards him.
The Shadow was rising, as he aimed to prevent it.
The Shadow rose from the couch and moved toward the dim light of the opened door.
In its place rose a red shadow that yearned to kill.
The Shadow rose beside the window, deceived by his own efforts.
A shadow rose from the slope and slid towards him.