There are shadows in the light. There are shadows even in the dark. Not to be taken lightly, there are sightings of shadows everywhere. Faces that have no stature to be shown upfront eventually turn to shadows. Many a face defaced in shame over time, chasing midnight even in daylight, there is no reprieve for these shadowy souls. Once a parasite, latching onto light to dim the luminance, today's shadows are nothing more than a scary sight. In the light, enjoying the fight, taking flight, there is no room for oft-sighted shadows.
Skimping on ways to skip this, now limping on lament to fix this, where is the shadow's vein in vain? A prisoner of life, for culling the dreamer's paradise, no veiled verse will ever suffice. Yet, here is one
May peace prevail in every piece that shattered. As life peels every peeve upon thy, thou shan't light up anymore.
Running towards light, not realising a shadow will burn alive is worth a scorn. For, leaving the flame untended will taunt and haunt. To err is human but to blur the truth and betray a beloved one leaves them with sinister scars. Shadow them to their meadows and find it brimming with counterfeit countenances. Shake them off and find the light, freeing from any shadowy glory.
Seeking amnesty scouring among long lost melodies, a familiar hymn brought back the famed hum. Churning those tranquil moments, this quill goes vanquishing the shadows. The magical pegasus brings the sight of a vibrant frond, never to be true in the dreamer's paradise. Every tree branches eventually. How does a mere watch make it a real walk?
Braving the current, bracing the storm, walking on thorns, surviving the shadow's deceit, thus was written this conqueror's glory. By merely shadowing this walk and talk, in what way will it ever become your shadowy glory?... -rPhoenix
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