Like the Shadow of Light, I pass through the darkness unscathed. But in the light, I'm revealed to live again. There's no sorrow in this peaceful transfer. Only longing left for the long gone pastures. You see me on the mountains where I lay my head to rest; only to arise in the valley of restlessness once more. There are no hopes towards sorrow, I tell myself as I onward go. There's no gain from borrows, I heed as I trod. I trod until my body bows & I begin to sob. To the Mounts, I go, to the valleys I rise once more.
... ... Just a simple poem about being a Gengar. I'd tie this into something I'm working on, but that would just ruin this little poem, wouldn't it?
