shadows

In the abyss of shadows, where light refrains,

A desolate expanse, where darkness reigns.

Entwined in the clutches of the stygian night,

A soul ensnared, devoid of celestial light.

The ebony cocoon, a palpable shroud,

Where echoes linger, and silence is loud.

Obsidian walls, with a sinister embrace,

Enfold the captive in a cold, vacant space.

Each step, a venture through the void,

A labyrinth where hope is left destroyed.

Phantoms of despair, their presence keen,

In this stygian theater, unseen, unseen.

The stars above, veiled in inky guise,

Their luminescence lost to somber skies.

Nocturnal whispers, a chilling sound,

In this cryptic abyss, where echoes abound.

Yet within the shadows, a resilience stirs,

A dormant ember, as hope defers.

Through the obscure, a glimmer may arise,

A phoenix yearning for radiant skies.

In the depth of this bleak, nocturnal zone,

A metamorphosis, a spirit overthrown.

For even in darkness, a journey unfurls,

A narrative spun in the cosmos' swirls.

In the void's clasp, where silence is profound,

Emerges strength, a resilient rebound.

From the stygian depths, a phoenix shall soar,

For even in darkness, the soul craves more.