ShadowsA Poem by SorenBlack and white, day becomes night What is real? What is not? Wrong turns into right in the twilight What is, soon to be forgot Hollow nothingness crawls Empty shadows of darkness Silhouettes on fantasy's walls Black ghost of a living carcass Out of nothing something is made the antithesis of being movement in a dark shade absence is what you are seeing
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