lofty idol
Every shadow mocks reality.
The truth- warped into two dimensions
and hidden in dark totality.
The shadow is cold, uncomprehension
reaching the sun, an impossibility.
It’s a spot of darkness with no mention.
Shadow, they say an absence of light.
True, but like a shadow is true- delusion.
More than absence, it pulls, it breaks, it fights
Their dark limbs grasp wandering thoughts,
pulling, dragging, into the night.
Bringing men to madness, minds rotting.
Shadows, twisted mirrors of truth and light,
hiding their nature away from eyesight.
mortal ore
grave isle
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