The Shroud of the Shade

The darkness, the shroud That move through the house Through pain, through grace In the haunt of every face It moves through so gently so smooth It come as a breeze An ice of chilling ease Alone in the dark Lonely at night A small person, In a world of such careless might The dark, the shroud It touches, it’s cold It raps you in it’s Reviling folds The dank stench of your life Of all your flesh , Of all of your strife It comes to you quiet It comes with the dark Eternally silent It moves with ease It strikes with out mercy I stabs at the heart It smites with a hammer Of knowledge not taught In the dark, forlorn resolution Of the shade’s icey solution All that which matters is more than just clear What you need, and what you fear What is true to you, and dead Is all that matter When you are touched by he shroud