Shadowland
Dark and quiet is the Shadowland,
Whispers of danger,
Treachorous as quicksand.
It sucks me in.
I look around
Dark is the scene,
And magic abound.
The citizens are shadows,
What else would they be,
They flit not walk,
They are afraid of me.
Scared of my power and my might,
For they know that I am a child of the light.