In shadows
Lies the end of day.
And we know that
It won't be okay.
In the shadows,
Where the night lays still,
Where it treads on,
Up and o'er the hills.
No one can bear
The unending night.
Unless of course,
They've found the light.
But the light hath fade,
The war begun.
And in this cage
We fight as one.
But who'll prosper
And save us all
From what could be
Our downfall?
The shadows
Have all but won.
They blocked the light
And stole the sun.
The light
Is all but gone.
Now the shadows
Have surely won.
CZYTASZ
From The Heart
De TodoJust a bunch of random one-shots, poetry and drabbles of writing that come to mind.
