Shadows on Stone
Illuminated brilliance
casted by the sun.
Stretching their arms
like bars on a cell.
Black as the Earth underneath,
and empty as the sky.
Entrapping me in tendrils of Shadow,
tying me to this plane.
I look up-
and see nothing but the
remnants of a blinding light.
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