What is this that stands before me,
Dressed in black, looking at me?
A shadowed figure, hauntingly near,
A piercing gaze that fosters fear.
Eyes of void that swallow light,
Echoing whispers of the endless night.
A cloak of darkness, woven deep,
Concealing secrets, secrets to keep.
Footsteps silent, but resonating gloom,
Suffocating silence within its room.
A dance of shadows, a macabre affair,
Engulfed in darkness, consumed by despair.
Unveiling sins that lurk unseen,
A tumbling journey through realms unclean.
Infinite abyss within its being,
Into depths unknown, forever fleeing.
A raven's wing, a ghostly touch,
Embracing darkness, denying much.
No solace found, no hope to borrow,
Only the void, the void of sorrow.
Yet within this darkness lies a choice,
To grasp the light and find a voice.
To conquer fears and battle strife,
To embrace the essence of newfound life.
For what is darkness without its fold,
Without the chance for stories untold?
A canvas blank, awaiting the art,
To breathe new life, to heal the heart.
So, what is this that stands before me,
Dressed in black but setting me free?
©viralfreak
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