Description
In shadows deep where whispers blend,
A sticky black liquid begins to ascend.
From depths unknown it silently flows,
A mystery dark where no light goes.
Amidst this flow, in twilight’s gleam,
Ape-like humans rise from the stream.
With fur and flesh encased in black,
They wander forth, no turning back.
Their eyes reflect the liquid’s sheen,
A knowing gaze, both fierce and keen.
In shadows thick, they find their way,
In silent steps, they come to play.
In moonlit realms where shadows creep,
Ape-like beings in silence sleep.
A mirror to the soul’s deep fears,
A timeless pool of ancient years.
