I chanced to walk in shadow,
when the fall of night first came,
I didn't know from whence,
came the sounding of my name.
My breath caught as whispers reached me,
soft sounds trailing in my wake,
my pace, in fear, did quicken,
refuge nearly passed in haste.
The shadows know the darkness,
its emptiness, all too well,
they seek your warmth and presence,
the cold tendrils of night to quell.
I let slip from deepest mem'ry,
how the shadows hold, their clutch unyielding,
hear my words and seek them not,
this message, your future shielding.
When the evening shadows call to you,
walk quickly on without a glance,
they've come to keep you company,
to show you how they dance.
They hold your name in whispers,
hushed tones sighing into night,
they hold your dreams in pieces,
dotting midnight skies alight.
The stars shine bright with stolen warmth,
their light, all captured dreams and sighs,
of those who failed to heed the warning,
walking in the shadows' night.