Shadows wrap tightly, their blanket familiar
Sure and infective, with goals and objectives
Though I know to run, I with to stay
I cannot commit to the game Light will play
And so I stay in the shadows, ever so slightly
But far from the darkness that pulls me contritely
Light is banished, but for what would I care?
The Moon will guide me, steady to flare
YOU ARE READING
With The Sun I Will Rise
PoetryCome along for the journey, let's see how this goes.
