Shadow

The looming mountain casts,

The Shadow.

Like tar,

He engulfs

All in his path.

A black, fathomless pit

Daring,

Challenging,

The Sun

To trespass,

To take a single audacious step

Onto the land 

Imprisoned

By his icy grip.

 

He roils in shadowy triumph,

Sending shivers

Through the shrub,

Creeping his smoky tendrils further

When,

 the Sun recoils,

Admitting defeat

And finally

Leaves him,

In peace.   

 

The End

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