Shadowy-Light
A place of caves, of nooks, and cranny,
wide and long and deep and tall;
Noiseless echoes from wall to wall,
unrevealing, palpable, almost-choking.

The flames of a fire sparks up in its midst,
casting flickering shadows that reach beyond
their lengths of accustomed norms,
twisting, twining, dancing.

Flames once of red-orange become misted-green:
the entrance of darkness into light;
The air holds no breath, no heat, no soul;
Core of flames darkened.

The light becomes shadow, and shadows lighten,
reaching beyond their bounds, compressing;
Darkness likened to misty glaze,
neither the victor: Shadowy-Light