The shadows--
They whisper dark secrets to me--
Thing I have never wanted to hear.
Turn out the depths,
Convex the crevasses,
Return to that original silence
Deemed by many as peace and
Nobility.
Recede to the recesses of the
First state.

Be a blank mind.

The shadows will hunt.
The shadows will wreck havoc on
Those unaware of the
Blackness they hold--
Hiding their dark next to the warmth of the
Heart.
Shadows seek warmth to fulfill their destructive purpose.