A Shadow In The Midnight Sun

A shadow slips where the sun won’t fade

A midnight blaze where the dark is made

A quiet cut in a world of gold

A secret shape that the light can’t hold 

It crawls through fire on the Arctic rim

A whispered hymn in a sky gone dim

A thin black thread through a sleepless Glow

A mark the daylight can’t overthrow

It drifts like doubt in a burning dream

A fractured gleam on a frozen stream  

A pulse of night in a sunlit land

A truth too cold for a mortal hand

The sun keeps clawing to scorch its Trace  

To cleanse the place of its shadowed face

But still it lingers

A stubborn stain

A soft refrain of returning pain

It moves through tundra with haunted Grace

A ghost displaced from a darker space

A lone reminder that even light  

Must bow its head to the coming night

And when the sun finally starts to fall

The shadow grows like a rising call

A quiet crown on the fading day

A whispered sway where the dusk holds Sway

A shadow born from a burning sun 

A paradox that the world outrun

A midnight truth in a blinding glare

A dark that walks where the light won’t Dare