Shadows move, and shadow flow, and in the darkness…what does grow? I see it seethe, twist and moan, and I am forced to wonder once more, in the darkness what does grow?
Shadow move and shadow flow, in that darkness something grows. It moves and twists like a creature in pain, and that dark that shrouds it is not for it’s own sake, but for mine, the shadows that conceal, that hide and refuse to reveal, protects my mind from that vile beast, that creature that lurks, but still as it seethes with in the murk….In those shadows that move and flow I am once more forced to wonder, in the darkness what does grow?
The shadows flee, like tattered cloth, I see it now, and I wish I had not. I know, I know, what with in that blight darkness does grow, and I wish I hadn’t wondered, oh I wish I didn’t know, ignorance is a bliss that I’ll sorely miss, as my light does fade, drawn into that blighted shade. For I know, I know, in that darkness what did grow, what grew within those twisted shadows that writhed and moved, now I wish I hadn’t wondered, oh how I wish I didn’t know, the vile beast that within that darkness did grow.