Darkness is light that shines so bright, A shadow’s flame in the endless night. It lingers deep where whispers stay, Rumors claim it eats the day. Yet soft it falls, a feather’s grace, Like drifting snow in a quiet place. It hides, it waits, it bends, it breaks, A silent force that never ends. It cloaks the stars, yet makes them gleam, A mirror cast in midnight’s stream. It hums beneath the world we see, A current lost in mystery. It blinds the eye, yet clears the mind, A paradox both cruel and kind. It holds a core, alive, unseen, A secret flame where shadows dream.
