Poems From the Night

The shadow realm beckons me. Once again my heart, mind, and soul answers its calling. Drawing me back into the realm of shadow and secrecy. My heart beams darkly as I return to the shadows. To my home of endless nightwalking and shadow-stalking. To the place known to me only, as the shadow realm, the dreamscape, the realm of waking dreams. The place of my very being. The bane of my non-exsistance.

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