In shadows draped, a tale unfolds,
Of an unseen soul, a story untold.
The Invisible Man, a mystery profound,
Invisible threads weave his presence around.

A scientist's pursuit, a quest for the unseen,
Cloaked in secrets, a science so keen.
Transparent whispers, footsteps unheard,
Invisible realms where his essence is stirred.

Through moonlit nights and sunlit days,
The Invisible Man walks in hidden ways.
Unseen by eyes, but felt in the air,
A phantom presence, beyond compare.

Invisible heart, burdened and worn,
A silent existence, a soul forlorn.
Invisible struggles, the weight he bears,
In the unseen tapestry of life's affairs.

Invisible dreams, like whispers in the wind,
A solitary journey, where shadows rescind.
Invisible tears, masked by the night,
A vanishing soul, out of sight.

In the realm of the unseen, he roams,
A spectral figure, with secrets to compose.
The Invisible Man, a paradoxical grace,
Invisible threads bind him to time and space.

Yet, in the shadows, a truth he retains,
Invisibility born from society's chains.
A reflection of the unseen from each soul,
Untold tales waiting to be told...


© #Sherlocked