Rusty's Armory

Shadowfall

Posted on December 14, 2023

In shadows deep, where secrets hide, There walks The Shadow, cloaked and sly. A whisper on the moonlit breeze, A phantom dancer, unseen, at ease.

His name a sigh, a whispered fear, His eyes like embers, cold and clear. He haunts the corners, dark and lone, A memory of what might have been known.

For in his heart, a love once burned, A firefly’s flame, forever yearned. Luna, her name, a moonlit song, Danced in his arms, where they belonged.

But fate, a cruel and twisted hand, Tore their love apart, across the sand. A whispered plea, a fleeting touch, Then silence fell, and oh, so much…

The echo of her laughter sweet, A phantom kiss, a bittersweet defeat. He walks the path with grief as guide, A love lost, a shadow by his side.

But though the darkness holds him tight, Her memory burns, a guiding light. In every whisper, every sigh, Luna’s love lives on, and will not die.

So let him dance in shadows deep, This hero cloaked, where secrets sleep. For in the darkness, hope takes flight, And The Shadow holds on, with all his might.

Remember, dear friend, this is but a seed, A whispered rhyme, a whispered creed. Take hold of it, let it take root, And watch your hero blossom, bear the fruit.

Weave his tale with threads of light, Of love and loss, and endless night. Let Luna’s memory guide his way, And paint The Shadow, bright and grey.

For in the dance of dark and dawn, A hero rises, shadows gone. His love, his loss, his whispered name, The Shadow’s legend, etched in flame.