In Shadows

Darkest shadows elicit darkest dreams. Deepest troubles will evoke the wildest schemes. Born of desperation, this symphony of darkness now unveiled by moonlight beams. A lunar transformation, vespers in the gloom of day; spectres haunt these wispy guests as they dance and play. Shadows cast dark silhouettes but in the light they cannot live; shadows die. Nor are they alive within the dark. Without the light, they won't survive; very much like you and I. For, without your light, I could not be. I am your shadow, eternally.