Fickle fibrous tendrils creepingSeeking out, no longer sleeping
They writhe and slither and work their way through
For all they've got and what they will do
Shadows dance, just out of sight
Hiding away, avoiding the light
But there they creep, for when we weep
They take hold and start to mould
A new feeling, more bold
They grip the mind and soul
Attempting to consume it whole
But breaking through a sliver of light
The shadows retreat, apparent fright
For sparks within will start to fight
To turn it round, to make things right
The spectre's gone, away from view
The sun it shines, trickling through
For now the peace holds dark at bay
But never gone, it's seeks a way
To slither through in shadows wait
The darkness or light depends on fate
