The Keeper of Shadows

In shadows, whispers softly call,

I walk the line, where darkness falls.

A presence felt but rarely seen,

The harbinger of what might have been.

I am the harbinger of great power,

The keeper of the witch’s hour.

In moonlit nights, your secrets keep,

While dreams may fade, I never sleep.

I know your soul, your fate unwinds,

In tangled threads, our lives entwined.

With every turn, I see the signs,

The fates converge like ancient rhymes.

I’m the whisper in the silence,

The hand that reaches through despair.

I’m the one who hears your cries,

In the echo, I’ll always be there.

I see all things, both far and near,

What lies beneath, I bring to bear.

I know where every shadow leads,

In the night, your heart still bleeds.

I hear all that is said in sleep,

The vows once made, now buried deep.

With every heartbeat, truth revealed,

In the silence, fate congealed.

I’m the whisper in the silence,

The hand that reaches through despair.

I’m the one who hears your cries,

In the echo, I’ll always be there.

I feel when your lover takes your hand,

I know when you lay with another man.

Tasting bitterness, fear like ash,

In forgotten halls where memories clash.

I smell the Spring flowers at your door,

But I know the heart you hide no more.

Between the lines, the truth takes flight,

As day concedes to encroaching night.

I’m the whisper in the silence,

The hand that reaches through despair.

I’m the one who hears your cries,

In the echo, I’ll always be there.

So in the darkness, walk with me,

Through realms of what will never be.

For I am the harbinger you’ve sought,

The keeper of all that life has taught.