Sunday, April 7, 2013

Reflections

Reflections

As i rummage through my bag of nightmares
I wonder what manner of fiend i can coax from its darkened lair
Always cautious lest one be caught unaware
I nonetheless stumble across a cold-eyed stare

My blood does chill and the nape hackles rise
Eyes so alive with more than a touch of madness implied
They fairly shimmer like a moonlit pond and sadness belies
A hurt plunging to depths i cannot even begin to surmise

Summoning my courage I creep ever nearer
Inching forward in an effort to see all the clearer
Imagine my shock,the horror and surprise
As i reach out to grab this devilish prize
Surely not a monster or evil such as this can be
This man in the mirror who looks.,well., looks alot like me
-TheMinstrel