#LanguageShadows

In tongues of old, where whispering shadows sway,
Where a secret world of meaning stays.

Grammar, a tool to guide our way,
Yet words, a language all their own.

Their murmurs echo deep within our bones,
Their stories paint our lives, their themes unknown.

In this abode of umbral apparition, a dialect unspoken,
Where darkness reigns supreme, & light is but a token.

A land of nothingness awakes, where all is obscure,
Where shadows sway with askance, & whispers are the only lure.

Like a sunless moonless sight,
A world of darkness, pure & true.

Where all is astray & lost, and all is night,
In this shadowy land, anew.


Above the Observatory, my pyrex eye,
Spotted an orb of two shadows, three times the mass of planets.

In a land of stillness, where all is obscure,
The glow of the multiverse swirls like a shroud.

Its presence was like a whisper, a gentle breeze,
A secret shared 'twixt the stars and the trees.

The universe held its breath, in awe and in wonder,
As the orb of shadows danced, like an aficionado in embrace.

Its form was ethereal, its essence divine,
A mystery wrapped in a veil of time.

The multiverse trembled with excitement,
As the orb of shadows began its cosmic dance.

With a grace that belied its mass, it spun and twirled,
A celestial ballet, a kaleidoscope of stars.

The universe watched in rapt attention,
As the orb of shadows played its part.

In a land of stillness, where all is obscure,
The glow of the multiverse shone bright and pure.

And in its heart, the orb of shadows danced,
A cosmic spectacle, a wondrous sight.

Here in the shadowy land of nothingness,
Where all is ambiguous, arcane, and dim.

The trees too, they cast their shadows deep,
Their sizes colossal, they do shift and creep.

The distance from the light sources changes,
And with it, the shadows range.

From darkest black to deepest grey,
In their land, all is disarray.

In this land of shadows, where the light is very low,
A world of nothingness, where all is very slow.

The trees,like rocky sentinels, stand tall & still,
Their shadows guardians, as the sun's rays will.

The pine, the palm, and eucalyptus too,
Their forms and sizes, change as they do.

Depending on the distance from the light,
Their shadows stretch and shrink with each new sight.

The unheard stories they narrate, are ones of old,
Of deep secrets kept, and untales untold.

In this shadowy land, where all is black & gray,
The trees and shadows, have their own way.

The wind whispers secrets, in wherever an object blocks light,
And the trees, they sway, with all their might.

Their branches creaking, as they sway,
In this land of shadows, where all is gray.

In this nothingness's grasp,
Shadow dance, souls entwined,
With whispers of the night.

Some silent untold suffering, some untales unfold,
In the dark shadows, truths intertwine,
Hearts speak without sound.

The shadows cast by all, they tell a unique tale,
Of cause and effect, of light and darkest failure.

They dance and...