Shadow People beget other Shadow People!

My Daddy was a Shadow Man and he helped to create me,
We are both gray in orgin, not much to see.
Dwarfed and so very bland,
His life force sucked out by a Harpy, poor man.
He was a weary coward, attacked by life,
He was constantly mocked, by his Shrewish wife.
I his daughter, looked to Daddy for a helping hand,
Why he was so helpless, it confused me and I didn't understand.
I begin to view men as shadows or thunder that rolled,
Invisible or Tyrants, that demanded control.
Men were always a confusing mystery,
They caused hurt and pain and were allowed to shape your history!
I prefer men I make up in a write,
For there is no such thing, as Mr. Right!