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.