The Shadows Have Voices Poem by Noah Body

The shadows have voices
They're bone chillingly cold
They restrict all the choices
Until death comes as foretold

The shadows pulsate with lust
Eager to cause shrieks of pain
To crush every soul into dust
Until tears fall down like the rain

The shadows are voracious
Ravenous to annihilate the light
In their hunger so predaceous
Wantonly pressing onward the fight

The shadows inevitably will win
For when light's fuel is devoured
Life's last hope they will do in
Darkness eternally empowered