Negation shapes the shades,
Wise grow the shadows!
Encroaching every scorched and scorned landscape,
Turning blindly through the desert sun,
Intrepid shadows slink through strong holds,
Whispering temporal necessities!
Calibrating twilight’s desolation,
Shadows turn notoriously cold!
They thrive in thickets,
Burgeon beneath boulders!
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Feels like dying...vivid picture of shadows engulfing ones light to eternal doom! A 10.