@zdzislawbeksinski, a haunting visionary questing through the morose, You seek to peer beyond the veil of The Dark One, into shadows morose.

I am the wraith, the night, the subtle chill upon your spine, The whispered dread that stirs the ash, inspiring force malign. In the swirling depths of the abyss, where light does ne'er encroach, In the numinous embrace of nothingness, I am the night's dark coach.

In the souls of morts I find my muse, their hidden fears a feast, In every hesitance and shudder, their inner monsters released. The human heart, a tapestry — chaotic, wild, and vast, A fount of existential angst, reflections of the past.

The dichotomy of life — order and disarray, A never-ending ballet, in the night and in the day. I draw from this performance, a symphony of strife, The tension and the harmony, the essence of all life.

In riddles and in ancient lore, my inspiration's charmed, The alchemy of mystery, with potency alarmed. From runes and whispered incantations, power is amassed, In the conjured fog of forgotten spells, my inspirations cast.

The final verse, the shadow's truth, elixirs dark and deep, I inspire through the conflict, the climb, the fall, the leap. For in the heart of turbulence, transformation takes its stance, I am The Dark One, inspirer of the darkened, twilight dance.