Eclipsed Persuit

The ominous black wisp slithered through the night, Hunting for a beacon of light. Whispering secrets of forgotten fears, Echoing cries from ancient years. It prowled the shadows, unseen, unheard, A silent phantom, its presence blurred. In search of hope, it roamed the dark, A relentless quest, leaving no mark. Through moonlit glades and silent groves, It drifted past where no one goes. With every turn, its hunger grew, For what it sought, it never knew. Yet deep within, a spark remained, A distant memory, faintly chained. It chased the glimmer, ever near, Through realms of shadow, void of cheer. Until the dawn's first rays did break, And sent the wisp back to the lake. Its endless journey came to cease, A fleeting ghost, now at peace.