The shadow

A Grim reflection that stares

Like looking into the pale waters

Of a lake, calm and bare

 

The shadow knows me

He has seen it all

He knows that which makes me rise

Or that which causes my falls

 

Pinpoint, strategic

He bores into my being

Pointing out all flaws

All cruxes that have been seen

 

The shadow orchestrates my fall

But there is a twist

If I fall, we both fall

And that is the terrible irony of it all.