Apprehensive leaning towards the flickering pendulum
of shadow that rinsed its essence over the areas. With each
sway polished appearances did shuddered and intimately
they were touched upon and dilapidated they surrendered
in quivering as all were sheltered in nightfall's consumption.

All was faded into oblivion, but what is untold that obscurity
hides worse things that agitation lunges on and devours
Those that never echo there dwellings. Forms lie shadow less
just smudges of essence like a pool of soiled onyx now devoid.

There is anxiety in the cloudless venues where things huddle
in petrifaction. Thoughts of a gesture alerting unwanted
lingered eyes, embracing despair consuming selves so not
to be desecrated by others hunger. Darknesses suspicion of self.