Cry of The Shadows.

The rising sun, the morning comes, the daylight will be praised, within the dawn, the bright will form, upon the world we’re raised. The prize is won, the nights begun, the darkness will revere, the shadows in the evening skies, in flight that they appear. The starlit feelings to be passed, with courage we’ll invite, onto the morning to be known, within the moon in sight. The secrets in our hiding thoughts, in essence of their height, with image will distinguish, what is underneath their light. Haunting frictions, beyond paths, of spirits in the dusk, invite the sounds, of demons round, the pictures they are grasped. The room is heavy, dreams are fast, and sinking to be lost, away into the distance with the howling cries and cost.