Mystery

I am the thing of legend,
Of story and of myth.
Enigma awe and mystery
Are what I'm shroweded with

Who am i but a shadow,
A thing out in the night
and those who force to glimpse m face
never see the sight

invisible to most
for i lack a shape or form
and those who really know me well
know me as a storm

something of awe and magic
of beauty and of rage
but they'd never stop me from being
or lock in me in a cage

they walk with me so proudly
as i stand right by their side
even if they can't see my face
they feel me deep inside

i am a cause of chaos,
of worries, hurts and pains
but without my presence in this world
nothing good remains

I am what I am
And i'll never cease to exist
because no matter how bad things may be
love always will persist.