Where Hence You Spring From

 

Where hence you spring from, oh shadow!
You! Who weren't there before.
What is it? That you are seeking,
To whom, or to what? You feel drawn.

 

What caused your inner darkness,
The mystery you wear as a shroud.
What caused your outer sadness,
Who turned your smile to a frown.

 

You Stand there, like a spectre.
A warmed up version of death.
With outstretched arms, a beckoning.
Pallid, withdrawn and bereft.

 

For you the death knell is tolling,
For love that is lost and gone cold.
A love that you held with both hands,
Then crushed it in one fateful blow.

 

They say, the eyes are the windows,
Enabling the sight, of one’s soul.
But yours are like two dark, dark pools.
A remote place, where no-one can go.

 

Where hence you spring from, oh shadow.
What is thy pleasure you crave.
Is your love for him such torment,
That calls you, through time and space.

 

You told him once you loved him,
So soon you asked him to go.
Yet he was a worthy lover,
Who you tore away from your soul.

 

You both know what the truth is.
You know, what really went wrong.
Both of you singing the same tune,
But alas! Two different songs!

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