The Light of the Eternal Shadow

The shadow that does not die, veils every contour,
an eternal veil weaves, a night without day.
But within its embrace, faint and profound,
a light without flame illuminates the world around.
It is no ignited glow, a flash that fades away,
but echo of what has been, a memory that blooms today.
In the densest blackness, a whispered secret revealed,
the meaning of all things, never to be repealed.
A guide without glare, a lighthouse without form,
in the darkness that endures, the essence we weather through the storm.
The eternal shadow itself is the glow that remains to us,
silent truth, in every deed and trust.