shadow resurgence

The night is dark but not empty
endless depth just as we are
lurking around_like silent breeze in the still darkness
images conjured on dark walls,empty prescence
the chill you feel down your spine, as the hair on your nape freezes.

lost and forgotten like when day comes
yet it's a power still overshadowing_tensed sensation
we are not imitations of being but soulless depth without imitations
cloaked by the night, air light during day
just before slipping away into eternity..our wrath you feel, gasping at the prickling feeling of the dark_the touch of death unseen_light as a feather

lost in the darkness_light reflecting nothing of ours
back I. a surging force Vernon planted in depth
resurging, from fallen ashes_ trickles of perspiration sliding from our prey
the whispers the air carries_the zoom on the wall_all behind the unseen_children of the dark...
We are the shadows.