Description
Pencils HB, B2, B6 and Ink From the ancient depths, where shadows creep,
Springs forth the darkness, in secrets it seeps.
A haunting realm, where light does retreat,
Under the sway of shadows, evil's heartbeat.
Oh, the primal abyss, its origins veiled,
A force commanding, its power prevailed.
Emerging from the void, consuming the glow,
Quenching hope's flame, with an unyielding blow.
Within the heart of night, shadows entwine,
Embracing the darkness, where no light can shine.
The feeble flicker of light, futile it may seem,
Against the abyss, where darkness reigns supreme.
In the realm of shadows, a boundless domain,
Where light's brilliance wanes, in its relentless reign.
An unwavering grip, defying the light's embrace,
As darkness engulfs, leaving no trace.
Oh, the ancient force, in shadows it lies,
Casting its shroud, where light sadly dies.
With each fleeting moment, darkness prevails,
Its hold unyielding, as light's brilliance pales.
But amidst the encroaching shadows, a spark ignites,
A glimmer of resilience, where hope takes flight.
For within the depths, light shall rise,
Illuminating the darkness, dispelling its guise.
Though darkness may rule, its dominion won't last,
For the dawn shall break, shadows fade into the past.
In the eternal struggle, light reclaims its might,
Banishing the darkness, ushering in endless light.
So fear not the shadows, hold on to the light,
In the depths of triumph, darkness takes flight.
For within the core of existence, a flame burns bright,
Defying the darkness, illuminating the night.