Within the Shadows: The Hidden Risks of the Darkish
Beneath the veil of evening’s embrace,
The place silence wears a haunting face,
The shadows stretch, each huge and deep,
A world the place secrets and techniques softly creep.
Oh, darkness, cloak of whispered concern,
Your contact is chilly, your voice unclear.
But in your depths, we’re drawn to dwell,
A siren’s name, a mournful spell.
For shadows maintain what mild conceals,
A fractured fact the guts reveals.
The risks there, so sly, subdue,
They twist and switch, they hunt, they woo.
A flicker right here, a murmur there,
The load of absence fills the air.
The thoughts, unmoored, begins to stray,
And doubts take root, like weeds in clay.
The shadow’s edge, a razor’s line,
The place hope and dread in tangles twine.
It whispers tales of loss and ache,
Of battles fought, however fought in useless.
But on this darkness, power might rise,
For shadows check, they chasten, clever.
They pressure us face what lurks inside,
The concern, the disgrace, the hidden sin.
For each hazard holds a key,
A lesson discovered, a path let out.
The darkish is huge, however not unkind,
It shapes the soul, it molds the thoughts.
So tread with care, but don’t flee,
The shadows’ depths, their thriller.
For of their grasp, we come to see,
The sunshine that burns eternally.
Oh, darkness, keeper of the evening,
You maintain each peril and perception.
In your embrace, we discover our spark,
A flame that glows throughout the darkish.
