Illusion of a Hindsight

As the shadow falls

On this nocturnal clay

And dreams of a new dawn

Paves its way, quiet & cautious

To dismay the restless day


It lingers beneath the soil

Far above, the warm blood boils

Keenly, the shadow seeks it path

Through the breaths and sighs

Of fragile human hearts


As the night turns to gray

The sunlight tears through

The raven canvas, and shatters

The faint depiction it had drawn

But the hope is not yet gone


It awaits another night

Beneath the illusion of a hindsight

Reborn with its flair, driven to despair

To ignite another dawn, a new dream to crucify

With savage tenacity and enigmatic glares

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