Always in the corner of her eyes shadows danced, they were pleading: 'Come hither, come hither'. She would watch the darkness stir and quiver. She'd put it out of sight, out of mind. Yet it was always there for her to find. Calling in seductive whispers and hollow chants. They became like her own personal confidants. Their motivations never known, for those faces never shown. Haunting every silence or reprive and filling every void. There was no safe haven or any way to avoid--the suffocation of the shadows neverending and to their will she was slowly bending.