The Allure Of Darkness

In shadowed whispers, silence speaks,

Where thoughts cascade like fractured peaks,

An echo chamber, vast and cold,

In the dark, my stories unfold.

Eyes wide shut, I delve inside,

Where monsters lurk, and fears abide,

Yet in this void, I learn to breathe,

To sift through ashes and to seethe.

Fingers tremble, grasping light,

Through tangled webs, obscured from sight,

Each fragile thread, a path to tread,

Revealing truths, in hues of dread.

In shadows deep, I seek the spark,

The flicker strange that warms the dark,

For while the night may seem unkind,

New worlds are born when we unwind.

The sculptor's chisel, shaped through strife,

A haunting melody, a song of life,

Within this chasm, I stand alone,

Yet paradoxically, I’ve found my home.

In every fall, we find our rise; in darkened depths, we realize,

That even shadows can seek the dawn,

So let us cherish the battles won.