THE SHADOWS
The Sun comes and
searches
looking for His
creatures.
It is time for
sleep
and hiding from
dreams.
Quickly now! Make haste!
The Shadows steal
across the landscape
blackened fingers
reaching out
a quest for
rebellious wisps of Light
the arrogant pride
of the Golden Ones.
Smashed in the
forest at night
the Dark grasp
squeezing,
siphoning, devouring
then wailing in
surprised dismay.
Gleaming in the
black mirror
in the still and
lifeless pond
corrupted by Light.
