The stranger in the dark

A whisper rides the midnight air,

A shadow lingers, cold and bare.

Footsteps echo, soft yet deep,

A presence stirs while others sleep.

The night is thick, the moon is shy,

Stars blink cautious in the sky.

A figure waits beyond the light,

A stranger hidden in the night.

Is it fear or just a dream?

A fleeting shape, a silent scream.

Eyes unseen but burning bright,

Watching, waiting—out of sight.

A chill that dances down my spine,

A breath that isn’t fully mine.

Is it real, or just my mind?

A haunting tale left undefined.

The stranger lingers, fades away,

Dissolving with the break of day.

Yet in the dark, they still remain,

A ghost, a fear—without a name.The dawn arrives, the shadows flee,

But still, the dark calls out to me.

A whisper soft, a fleeting touch,

That lingers still, too much, too much.

The stranger’s face, a blur, a haze,

A mystery that time won’t erase.

In crowded rooms, I feel their gaze,

A ghost that haunts my waking days.

Through every corner, every door,

I hear their footsteps on the floor.

A presence not of flesh or bone,

Yet somehow, I’m never alone.

The dark may pass, the light may rise,

But still, beneath the endless skies,

I search for answers, seek to find,

The stranger lurking in my mind.

For in the quiet, they remain,

A secret known, a quiet pain.

The stranger in the dark, it seems,

Is part of me, or so it deems.The days grow long, the nights still near,

The stranger’s whispers, sharp and clear.

In moments lost, in fleeting space,

I feel their touch, I see their face.

Not in the shadows, but inside,

A secret buried deep, I hide.

The stranger’s presence, never far,

A reflection beneath the stars.

Each step I take, they walk with me,

Their voice, a haunting melody.

A silent plea, a hidden call,

A figure waiting, through it all.

I wonder now, are we the same?

Bound by fate, or just a name?

The dark, the light—both intertwined,

The stranger’s face now echoes mine.

For in the stillness, I have learned,

The stranger’s secret, deeply turned.

The dark is not a place to flee,

But a mirror, showing parts of me.The stranger’s voice begins to fade,

Yet still, their presence has not strayed.

A shadow in the depths of thought,

A puzzle never quite untaught.

I seek their truth, but find my own,

A reflection that I’ve always known.

The dark is not just where they hide,

But where my deepest fears reside.

Each question asked, a door that’s closed,

Each answer given, truth enclosed.

The stranger is a part of me,

A fragment I was meant to see.

And in the stillness of the night,

I finally feel their guiding light.

Not an enemy, nor a friend,

But a companion till the end.

For in the dark, both far and near,

The stranger whispers, clear, sincere—

“Embrace the unknown, the truth, the dark,

For you were always here, my spark.”The stranger’s touch now feels so near,

Their voice no longer filled with fear.

In silence deep, I come to see,

The dark is where I’m meant to be.

Not lost, nor broken, but reborn,

A part of me that once was torn.

The stranger, now, no longer hides,

But walks beside me, where truth resides.

In every shadow, in every breath,

I feel the pulse of life and death.

A dance of light, a song of dark,

Together forming one, a spark.

The stranger whispers in my ear,

“Fear not the night, nor what you hear.

For in the dark, you’ll always find,

The pieces scattered in your mind.”

No longer bound by what I see,

The stranger’s light has set me free.

In the dark, we are the same—

Two souls connected, yet untamed.

Now I walk with strength, with grace,

The stranger’s face, no longer a trace.

For in the dark, I’ve come to learn,

That only through the dark, we burn.Through shadows deep, I now embrace,

The stranger’s voice, the quiet grace.

In every step, in every turn,

I feel the fire, and let it burn.

The dark no longer pulls me down,

But lifts me up, where dreams are found.

The stranger’s face, a mirror true,

Reflects the strength that’s born anew.

In quiet nights, in moments still,

I feel the pulse, the force, the will.

The stranger, now, is part of me,

A guide, a friend, a mystery.

No longer lost in fear or doubt,

I stand as one, without a shout.

The dark, once feared, now holds the key,

To who I am, to what I’ll be.

And as the dawn begins to rise,

I see the truth within my eyes.

The stranger in the dark, it seems,

Was never foreign, but my dreams.

For in the dark, I’ve found my light,

The stranger’s face, now pure and bright.

We walk together, side by side,

In the darkness, where we collide.