Shadow



Within the darkened mist,
A myth doth lie in wait,
To be destroyed,
Or be discovered,
Whether here,
Or never there,
It hopes we still believe,
For it is in our dreams,
This thing so pure,
Yet feared if ever to be seen,
A creature so alive,
If only in a dream.



Written by H.H.S,
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