In the Realm of Shadows,
there is Smoke.
It is caused by Fire,
Flames, many of them,
the Flames from which
Light and Shadows stem.
Where Shadows are born,
there, the Watcher
watches the Light
and watches the Shadows,
observing the play
of Light and Shadows.
Where Shadows emerge,
now, a Smoke
is strong and is vast
and grows in might,
beginning to block
the Watcher's sight.
In the Realm of Shadows,
now, a Scream:
Where are you,
Hidden Fire ?
My urge to find you
is getting dire !
Where Shadows are born,
there, the Watcher:
How else the Shadows
could acquire
such strength, if not for you,
Hidden Fire ?
Where Shadows emerge,
now, the Scream:
These are no Shadows !
It does transpire.
It's but your Smoke,
you bastard Fire !
In the Realm of Shadows,
there are Flames.
They rise and shine and die,
instantly,
bringing Light and Shadows,
constantly.
Where Shadows bring Light,
there is always Smoke,
mostly weak,
of little or no concern.
But it will be,
as long as Fire will burn.
Where Shadows stir Wind,
the Watcher decides
which Shadows to block
and which to allow,
controlling the story
of why, what, how.
In the Realm of Shadows,
the Scream is loud:
The Realm collapses !
Where are you Fire ?
To find what's hidden,
what would require ?
Where Shadows bring Light,
now, it is Darkness.
You bastard Fire,
it's all but your fault !
Don't you see Light
coming to a halt ?
Where Shadows stir Wind,
a desperate Scream:
Am I forced
to destroy all motion
and sink the Realm
into deep Ocean ?
In the Realm of Shadows,
a Hidden Fire
is hidden from Watcher,
at first,
until the Smoke is born
and dispersed.
Where Shadows are born,
the Realm is fragile.
It is based on Shadows,
Light and Flames
and strongly on what
the Watcher proclaims.
Where Shadows emerge,
the Scream is drama.
For Watcher, the Realm
is but everything,
a kingdom of which
the witness is king.
In the Realm of Shadows,
the Light still flows.
I will never
stop searching for you !
Your own existence
is my main clue.
Where Shadows are born,
there, the Wind blows.
And I will find you,
you bastard Fire !
I know the hidden
is but a liar !
Where Shadows emerge,
a final Scream:
A Hidden Fire,
a Fire like all others !
This Realm I watch
is full of wonders !
In the Realm of Shadows,
there is always Wind
whenever is Smoke,
together turning
into new Shadows
and more Flames burning.
Where Shadows bring Light,
Light brings Shadows,
an endless process,
hidden from view,
the cause to which
confusion is due.
Where Shadows stir Wind,
Shadows are endless.
They build the Realm
as they unfold,
building themselves,
as new from old.
In the Realm of Shadows,
they are all heroes:
Shadows true knowledge
Smoke false knowledge mistaken as true
Light learning and creation of knowledge
Fire human thinking
Flames human thoughts
Hidden Fire false thinking
Watcher inner perception and narrative
Scream inner monologue
Wind insight into the false
Darkness mental confusion
Ocean blank mind and tranquility
Realm of Shadows human mind
acting as mirrors,
outside the Realm of Shadows.
