The Shadow

In the chill of a lonely night,

With neither the moon nor the stars in sight

I sink into the depths of the darkness that surrounds me.

The dark clouds blind the world,

Sneering, as the air around grows cold.

The cold sweat makes me shiver in a growing sense of fear.

Plunged into a morbid silence,

Cold sweat leaves my body tense.

Every breath I breathe a thunder rumbling aloud in my ear.

A shadow darker than black,

I stare at it as, at me, it stares back.

I fear what I see, yet what I see seems so familiar to me.

The shadow that I see,

I realize is but a reflection of me.

Across my glass soul, the shadow appears; a cold reminder of my deepest darkest fears.