As glances go,
You might not know,
Of the fiendish,diabolical self in tow.
Looks are as far as innocence goes,
Treachery and deceit are what compose,
The mind, is a dangerous thing,
Intangible, yet a terrible sting.
Taken in with a charming smile,
It is one of many a wile.
Trust not, the helping hand,
Extended with motive, it's all planned.
In everything,seeking a chance to gain,
He doesn't flinch, to inflict pain.
Subtle,manipulation, you'll never know,
To his whims and fancies, he'll make you bow.
I fear not, a raging storm or the wrath of gods,
Nor to fight, against all odds.
What i dread instead,
Is a serene face that doesn't betray,
A raging battle, between night and day.
Of many a peril that i've faced,
None so daunting,
As confronting, my mind with darkness laced.
With every doubt, a foothold he gains,
With uncertainty and fear, hope he drains.
On and on, like a vinyl song,
Until i can no longer tell,
right from wrong.
He pushes me aside, a merciless laugh,
Rising, over-whelming, i've lost to him,
My Dark Half.
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