When what's obvious in the light is throw into doubt
When the presumed straight path throws a hairpin turn
Then you know you're in the shadowlands.
Is it evil? is it good?
Some unhelpful mingling of the two?
an image that shifts depending on stance?
Fear is the only sun that shines.
Passing of time the only hope.
When what you seek to reach for
glides softly and damningly through your fingers
When you suddenly don't know who you are,
but are powerless to do anything than just to be
When your only plea is for a hand to grasp yours in the darkness
and surprisingly...it does. Flesh to flesh
a friend's? a brother's? God's?
It matters not. You are not alone.
and two voices join to sing the song of the shadowlands.
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