Umbral Retreat Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Alone I think of those pervasive shadows,
and sit, in petrified awe, in that illusory fog.
This tormentor of my dreams.
Becoming lost in a kingdom full of penumbra,
a kingdom full of laconic storms,
where sunlight relentlessly overshadows
this delusory domain.
Throwing its ghost, involuntarily,
against the dreamscape.
As day reluctantly dawns
my soul involuntarily
grows silent.
Mutely hearing twilight,
dark, hiding, receding.
Cognizant and fleeing the cocoon,
I became submerged
into the eclipsing darkness,
awake once more,
to the austerity
of dispersing reality.