In the shadows
There are things lurking in the dark. Slowly revealed as they step into the light. The strange and murky secrets in the depths of the shadows. Sometimes the dark shelters the most beautiful secrets, just waiting to be revealed. Sometimes it conceals horrors and nightmares.
Metamorphosis. Abstract line art. The spirit of transformation.
Broken-hearted and shattered. Line art depicting a face in pain, and a shattered heart on the other side.
A face is revealed from the shadows. She's been watching and waiting patiently.
Demon slayer. The beast hunts demons at night. The beast within.
The Grim Reaper. An angel with a heavy burden.
Contemplative. Haunted. A woman battling her demons.
An outline of a mighty oak tree. Line art created for a special poem.
The despair of loneliness.
The memory of an orchid. Heavy was its burden.
Her eyes are closed. Perhaps she's trying to sleep. Perhaps she's remembering. Perhaps she's trying to forget.
The light was born in the dark. They walk together. One lights the way, the other guides.
I heard a familiar rhythmic drumming, very quietly at first. Then it grew louder. In the dark it appeared. A familiar heart beat, then a shape. Long gone, but not forgotten. A friend in the darkness.