THE WANDERING MYTH

THE WANDERING MYTH

8/19/2023

The shade watches..

and waits..

Darkest obsidian..

in the late, late..

evening shroud of gray.

And secretive by night..

the time unknown..

but to itself.

Only time will tell before another ship..

wends its way in silent slip..

to cast another net..

to greet..

the wayward stranger.

Born before the stars ignited..

it seeks its love..

forlorn and unrequited..

the shade slips by..

in silent solemnity.

The sun,

it has the moon..

Time untimely..

has eternity..

whilst the story has..

The End!

But..

first and foremost..

for most..

there are paths not taken,

roads unbroken..

and bridges with no echoed feet.

The lonely have forgotten dreams..

leave behind but olden things,

strewn from roses..

dropping petals as old memories.

Shades..

they search for what is lost,

reject comfort at the cost,

of endless searches never to end,

til gods themselves destroy and rend..

to create anew.

Until that day..

when all the shades..

have met their match..

their perfect friend..

their perfect catch.

Shades will haunt the hidden places,

the corners dark from that unseen,

the traces..

barely caught from corners eye.

when the world will cease,

as the final shade has found its..

Peace