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There before my very eyes, he stands.

Cloaked and armored in the shade of night.

Clasped before him, as if in pray, his black covered hands.

The tips of his gloves pointed and curved filling me with fright.



Who is this being before me?

Why is it just standing head bowed and hands before him?

Is it a night shade that comes for my soul? Why me?

Why am I so full of fear and dread, its like waves coming from him?



The awe inspiring aura that surrounds him is chocking me.

Its like a misaim of pure cold scented with decay and death.

His very bulk blinding my vision so I can not see.

Its like everything beyond him is a grave and shadowed death.



As if a world stood behind him in shadow, yet a mirror of the world at my back.

Things of shade and shadow moving as if alive, yet dead.

I look on with fear and wonder daring not to turn back.

Knowing that if I did, he would surly kill me, filling my mind with dread.



I look on with my eyes watching this dreadful monstrosity before my eyes.

Whishing it would step aside and let me pass. Leaving his back facing mine.

The wind blowing its hair and clothing bringing a scent of death. Stinging the eyes.

Are we destined to stand hear facing of one another? This thing and I?



For if I must I will stay. Yet my legs scream knowing I am a coward to stay.

I do not whish to stand here till my death. I must move on. I must.

I do not care if I do walk forward and this thing cuts me into a bloody spray.

For the life I live, I am not alone. For I must do what I must.



With growing courage I walk on. Getting closer to this deathly shade.

Yet I still hear my mind scream that I am a coward and need to run away.

I continue to walk on, with my heart content and mind made.

I know that I must be fearless and must show that I will not sway.



For that is the man I chose to be. A man of pure heart and pure goals.

For this life I live, I must live on. For I am never truly alone.

I know of gods and of the god, yet I pray to none. I know they will help my goals.

Which ever one looks after me. They will show that I am not alone.



For I see this thing before me as a challenge now.

It’s a challenge of preservation, enduring the fearful, and showing my spirit.

I feel the changes in my mind, my heart. Changing me into the man I will be now.

Full of pride, strength, joy, and fear. For without these I have no spirit.



As I approach this entity of pure hate, fear, and cold shadowy death.

I scenes’ another feeling in myself awaken. Its the very thing I believe I fear.

It is the very essence of my sinful side that I must look upon. It is myself.

For that is what it is, it is what I am capable of becoming, Deathly fear.

Now I know why so many others I have seen have a shadow side of there selves.



I know what I must do now. I must do it for the sake of my sanity and life.

I will engulf this side of my humanity and make it what I am.

I will have to endure the pain, and the anguish, all this as well come with strife.

All this is being what I have to face. The things I see inside knowing it is what I am.



For this shade of my self will either die inside me, or kill and rule my soul.

I know my time will end as it beguines with this foot before me to the road.

For the path that must be walked is never in light or straight and true, like any true soul.

It will be congested with pain, angst, courage, pride, lust, joy, sloth, gluttony, and wrathful like any mountain road.



This is where I end, and the new road of life begins.

Out of the shadows of our past. The very past we must face with vigor and pride.

For we all need a way to start and show how life truly begins.

Its all up to me and you on which we will stand, shade or light. Were do you side.