the mirror reveals that I am still me
(but there is a shadow behind)
the weariness in my eyes plagues me
(and I feel doomed, dead alive)
something is whispering in my mind
(the voices call me, shall I give in)
here in my tower I feel left behind
(if only I could have foreseen…)
cobwebs like beards, hanging from my chandeliers
wasted dreams lost for many years
are these hourglasses really my eyes?
am I more dead than a live?
I gave my soul for my craft
to become a god I wasted away
do I really feel nothing anymore
brother am I truly gone?
(c) 2014 allen simpson
inspired by Raistlin Majere and the music of Blind Guardian