The Shadow's Grasp

By Sakshi Sahasrabuddhe

The darkness gathers, thick and cold, filling the heart with dread untold;

What unseen horrors lie in wait? The mind reels consumed by fate.

The body tenses, senses keen, as terrors lurk, unseen, unseen;

The pulse pounds out a frantic beat – fight or flight, which shall I meet?

The unknown looms, a yawning maw, threatening to crush me, fill with awe;

Reason flees, replaced by fright, as the spirit cowers from the night.

Yet buried deep, a spark yet glows, the will to face the nameless woes;

With hating steps and bated breath, I dare to challenge the fear of death.

For only by walking through the dark, can I ignite my own spark;

The courage to greet each new dawn and watch the veil of night be drawn.

By Sakshi Sahasrabuddhe