The dark figure of the unknown,
the mystery of its features,
it’s even hard to figure out if it’s alone,
maybe it’s just an eldritch stone,
the questions that cluster around,
and answers nowhere to be found,
the Silhouette is it’s own scare. a figure with an uncanny sight,
something with a dark nature,
yet possess the light,
the light so much behind,
it’s hard to figure out if it’s evil,
or not,
the clarity we sought,
the darkness that we see,
a lot of light did it cost,
it’s the peculiar nature of it,
the Silhouette it is.
