The Shadow World

A world without Darkness
A world without Light
A place, a plane, a world
A 'tween.

It lies betwixt doorways
Hallways and stairs.
It is outside, inside
It permeates dreams
It is betwixt even the air.

It is the place I can now go,
Although not quite as easily
as the first, I have had but a taste
But it has given me a thirst.

It is the hidden, the hiding
The sight unseen,
It is imagination given shape
The mind made real.

It is a place devoid of colour
Or rather its own spectrum.
It is a place where shape is
But a reflection. Where the real
Is shadow and the shadow is the real.

Where darkness is a great blackness.
Where lightness is a bright whiteness.
Where I can go, and you can see flickers.

It is the shadow world, the place I belong
'tis not evil, do not get me wrong.
'Tis there that I find my place and my hope
for a world where stories and dreams can elope.

It is between what is good what is evil.
It is a reflection of this world.
A world without darkness.
A place without light.

'Tis my shadow world.
The place found between.