Halls of the Dark Muse

The Shadow

Illusion eludes me
staring into the mirror
I know you are lurking there
but search as I may
you escape my sight
and still whisper in my ear.

Eclipsed reason
we all bare the dark side
of the moon.

Tendrils wrapped around my soul
I cannot deny this other half
stirring behind my eyes
hidden from a strangers gaze
it follows me around every corner
when the days grow dark it grows stronger
I hear the voice no longer a whisper
drawing out my natural impulses.

Eclipsed reason
we all bare the dark side
of the moon.

There is no parting
from this shadow
so I must find some harmony
to reconcile these halves
of myself residing in conflict
each struggling to grasp control.

Eclipsed reason
we all bare the dark side
of the moon.