In woods where endless dark resides — dawn breaks anew,
In valleys bright — the night will drown the view.
I’m shadow-born, the moon and stars my kin,
A fleeting shape that dances in the wind.
Burn me with fire — no trace will remain,
Kill all the light — I’ll vanish without pain.
I live where silver moonlight softly gleams,
Where sunbeams etch the edges of my dreams.
Without the dark — I’m just a ghostly trace,
Without the light — an empty, hollow space.
I curse no sun, I do not hate the day —
It gives the world its colors, life its way.
For darkness shows the sun its priceless worth,
In both combined — the pulse of life takes birth.
This is the law, the truth that can’t be crossed:
If light’s all you hold — your soul is lost.
Shadow-Man
© Copyright: Василиса Сирин, 2025
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