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I will put into the box

what cannot be seen in the sun's glare
it hides behind trees and rocks
sleeping in caves and shy under the moon

I will put into the box

what cannot be touched or pushed
yet can be pulled by movement
when walking towards the light

I will put into the box

what cannot speak as it makes no sound
it follows but never leads
it is the dark side of everything

I will put into the box

what cannot cry for it has no tears
it takes the form of every thing it hides behind
yet never leaving the trail to follow

my box is the color of coal and decaying
it is filled with dark secrets and bad omens
it is chained and locked with cold steel

i shall sleep in my box
dreaming of elves and goblins
dancing in the dead of night
laughing under the moon

what is my box??