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My self cries for my weakness
Shadows linger in the back
of my mind, they know.
This labyrinth is familiar
to their delicate fingers.
Wrapping around me
Whispering, calling
Come back...back
to where you belong.
Transfixed, I lower my head
as they lead me away
Shadows do not lie.
I see the end, but there is
no light to be found.
They hold tightly to their prey,
Dragging desperately behind.
Only a little farther, they assure.
Only a little longer.
I feel the darkness growing
around their cold, unfeeling hands.
Suddenly, something catches hold
Tugging. First gentle, then firm.
"No" it whispers, "not you..not now."
I am lost now, but there is promise.
Another tug. Guide me, I plead.
Warmth begins to melt my frozen hands
as I slip from the shadow's grasp.
Light flickers in the distance
We have almost escaped.
A trap sets off, I fall away.
The warmth separates from me
Fear grips me, I am alone.
Please no, not again.
Shadows are beside me, grinning.
They know I do not have the strength.
But something is different....
My hands are warm against icy shadows
There--a band--barely visible..
Protecting.
But the rest of me shivers
I must make a choice.
The shadows hold me, I ask
the night if this is right.

Empty silence.

But the ring tells me I am wrong.
The voice is now in my mind.
I turn my back on the shadows
Now snarling and bearing teeth
But I am not afraid.
I can see the end, the light.
Warmth washes over, healing
I am almost out.