Visage

A shadow master slowly wakes,

It’s you it seeks, as darkness falls,

No solace present, joy it takes.

As all seems lost in darkest lakes,

            In empty room, with pain daubed walls,

A shadow master slowly wakes.

Replete with fear your being shakes.

            Silent heart echos as it scrawls, 

No solace present, joy it takes.

A glob of silhouette it makes,

            Floating then silencing your calls,

A shadow master slowly wakes.

Crashing in your head it aches,

            receding hope it slowly mauls,

No solace present, joy it takes.

No use for bullet, cross or stakes.

            Each time you try, it only stalls.

A shadow master slowly wakes,

No solace present, joy it takes.