I am the shadow that hides in the depths of space.
I am the distant sound that fades with out trace.
Listen to the whispers on the wind, as they guide you into the mist. Hear my many voices, as they whisper so softly, softly in the dead of night.
I am the creeper, the vine that grips you, and holds you tight. I am the ghost of silent winds, in a world of no light. I haunt the corridors of time, and my shadow lives on, and on. I am hiding in dark corners, a specter in the shadows of the moon; I have eyes all around, I keep my feet firmly on solid ground.
I am the fire that burns so bright, I fan the flames, of this ere darkened night. I am hiding in dark corners. I have no shadow, but my eye are always bright.
