A dream once forgotten
My mind, like a mirror, reflects the shadow
as death and darkness steal my countenance;
deeper and deeper into the whirlpool
my self is lost in the all of none.
The deathly swirl of blackest night
gives way to ghostly horrors of grey;
arrows of fate, arrows of fear,
arrows of pain, descend through my veins.
A piercing cry transfixes my soul,
and–rushing through my outward self–
it shatters that which once was formed,
and forms anew what never was.
With shadows surrounding I am reborn;
of loss, of fear, of pain, of flame;
from life destroyed, and life abhorred,
and fragments of dreams once lived.