An Enigma She is, An Enigma She Becomes

An enigma she is, an enigma she becomes.

Her shadow overcomes me as I try to look beyond.

As I stand frozen in the dark hallway,

She looks at me from above.

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She is what I flee from, and what I always find.

My last true sip of a sigh,

And when a move a step forward she’ll move one back.

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She is the sight of life that causes my death,

and the sight of unknown that causes my life.

A forest of green she is,

And one that creeps from behind.

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She is the shadow of my death,

her face reminds me of the passing of time,

standing between me and the moon,

until I arrive at my time.