Slowly the Shadow resigned,
To the place where all shadows drift away into nothing.
only to be let free at the different angles,
Shapes
And directions
An abyss
The great globe In the sky decides to give.
Odd how that is.
One such of different nature completely controlling the other,
On and
On
And on.
It's seems utterly to me, the mold should be broken somewhere along the way.
Lest history repeats, or
somehow escaped.
How structures can be twisted
Bent and morphed
And still show such beauty,
In the darkests warmth.