I took a walk to the shadowland

Where darkness and light work hand in hand

Painting the ground with a growing dark

Light meets black with a contrast so stark

This kingdoms borders expand so slow

The light pushes and the darkness grows

The piercing cold makes it so hard to stay

Each second within I begin to pay

The memories of the past continue to linger

Venom flows from the scorpions stinger

So numb and dull my ambitions begin to lapse

I watch my chest rise then softly collapse

Everything I touch crumbles and falls like dust

I continue to trudge on thinking I must

This walk has become more than I can bare.

The shadowlands price is life, buyer beware