My thoughts are created with inquisitive breath
Thoughts often caused by pain and of death.
Spider webs of temptations wrought...
I am the fly the widow hath caught.
Silvery strands in my dark eyes commence
My tears flowing from pain and suspense.
When will all these confusions end,
And stop these cruel fixations blend?
Unanswered questions to the Light past was asked,
So still my purpose is obscure and masked!
My life is pictured with a chair on the ceiling
And I am there...to a form I am kneeling.
Lavender, tender hand lifts my chin
A smile meant for my Darkness to win.
My questions tumble forth and I cry
Wondering if this dream is a lie.
But, no, it is real, and her depth I can feel
And answers come forth with no thoughts of repeal.
See me now, I am standing straight.
Dark Beauty form, for who I now wait...
No place now, for secrets to run
All my past visions of Light are done.
I've found my true place; I want nothing more.
I'm the epitome of my soul-darkened core.
Look in my eyes and you'll find spirits there...
...Swirling and growing with powerful care.
Erin is dead, there is no more Light!
I'm in her stead, I've got true insight!
Now where is her mask that her past life had made?
It's broken and buried with my obsidian spade.
