An Enigma She is, An Enigma She Becomes
An enigma she is, an enigma she becomes
An enigma she is, an enigma she becomes.
Her shadow overcomes me as I try to look beyond.
As I stand frozen in the dark hallway,
She looks at me from above.
--
She is what I flee from, and what I always find.
My last true sip of a sigh,
And when a move a step forward she’ll move one back.
--
She is the sight of life that causes my death,
and the sight of unknown that causes my life.
A forest of green she is,
And one that creeps from behind.
--
She is the shadow of my death,
her face reminds me of the passing of time,
standing between me and the moon,
until I arrive at my time.
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