There are places in this world that do not simply exist—they remember. They are built not just of stone and wood, but of breath held too long, footsteps that never really faded, and silence that hums with a name you’ve never spoken aloud. Where Shadows Dwell is a collection of poems born from those places. A pilgrimage into chapels of bone, towers that stare, and cities that mourn themselves beneath layers of time.
I didn’t write these from guidebooks. I wrote them with sore feet and an overwhelmed heart, with cold hands pressed to walls that once heard prayers—or screams. These aren’t just haunted places. They are memory made architecture. Some of them greeted me with beauty, others with a chill I couldn’t explain. But all of them left something behind. Or maybe they took something I never meant to give.
This section isn’t about fear. It’s about reverence. The past, if you’re quiet enough, still speaks. And in these pages, I’ve tried to listen.
