Shadow had induced cohesion, once fearful
of that which shuddered in the essence of
florescent breath, beating always upon it's
creation now it was of form and substance.

The flares of shade lingered off it, transparent
almost in view. Obscurity died within its eyes
like night was eternal and never broke from these
pools that crested on each shore of its features.

It spoke no words for shadows eclipsed nearly all
features, it only expelled onyx form. A heat beat
on its being permeated with essence of what was
deemed pearl but was darkness's purest form.

For shadow with out the interference of banishing
florescent hatred, was a form of nothingness entombed
was a heart that bleed upon its being shade into all
aspects like a onyx diamond reverberating on each beat.

Warrior of that subjugated form, it stares into the abundant,
flourishing fields of glaring polished shards. It sheathed its
hand upon its staff burning upon touch the light straying all
to close. It was time for auroras presence to feel now enslaved.

Walking in the waking time, slaying the weaving of long held
monuments to this subjugator of endless time. When shadow
ensues where light subtly fades for a moment, know that the
warrior of shade is upon the light, wishing only for the dark.