The Kingdom of Shadows

Beyond the realm of light,
Where shadows rule the night,
Lies a kingdom of twisted fears,
Where nightmares take flight.

The streets are lined with twisted vines,
And the buildings are made of shadows,
The sky is a canvas of darkness,
And the rivers flow with sorrows.

Butterflies made of smoke,
Flutter through the air,
While wraiths of the lost wander,
In search of a light they can't repair.

A gate made of obsidian,
Swing open with a creak,
Inviting me to enter in,
To the kingdom where fear and darkness leak.

And as I step through the gate,
I am greeted by a world of terror,
Where the shadows loom large,
And the darkness is an error.

I walk through streets of fear,
Watching as they consume,
I swim in rivers of dread,
And dance with the shadows, my doom.

The sky is always black,
And the sun never rises,
But in this kingdom, nothing is as it seems,
And the light is forever denied.

I see a clock that ticks backwards,
And a mirror that reflects only horror,
I hear the screams of the damned,
And the shadows cast a eternal terror.

As I wander through this Kingdom of Shadows,
I am filled with a sense of dread,
For in this place, darkness reigns supreme,
And the light is forever dead.