Escape the shadows - Poetry

Away from the winds of darkness,
Hiding,
Running away,
to the other end,
Far Far away.

Black storms tickle the senses,
Shadows cast away,
Razed to oblivion,
To the end if it may lead so.

Marching under the shade,
Of this cold night,
Strewn across the path,
Beads of horror dipped in chaos.

Watching from across the land,
From the high tower,
Sight into the horizon,
Yearning to try out the other path,
Wondering where the fields where,
What was upto with it?

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