Spilled ink – Page 46 – A (wise) man of two faces

Bach your ride up this old dirt road

Our music choices
say much about who we are
they’re our souls in songs.

When all the pieces
fit together perfectly,
I feel whole again.

The scales of the world serpent
Rose together as one
Reached into the heavens
Devouring knowledge until
They became a god.

You glow like the sun,
you would embrace me but if
I had the courage.

I carry along
both the sword and the song
barely breaths apart
in the depths of my heart,
right where they belong.

Shining in the dark,
yours is a steady hand for
holding a keen blade.

Feral in the night,
you answer to your heart and
your own sense of pride.

My name?
I am the night,
a ripple in the dark,
a shadow on the wall,
whispers.

The end of the world
lies in a human heart and
a night without stars.

On dark days I realize
I cannot even recognize
the man in the mirror –
just who is this terror
coldly meeting my eyes.