WHISPERER

When I was a child a gust of wind seemed like a storm, 

I would gaze at the dark sky with memories horrendous floating around.

I would pick up the sword and fight- not my enemies,

but my shadow that wouldn't lay dead.

She travelled in the darkest places, 

she jumped, she cried, she suffered and she died

then a light came around with eyes like mist

a greyhound behind that dragged soul-less faces.

A fate that surrounded me for longest time

it whispered my name 

I knew I was next,

I swayed between the truth and reality.

my universe got smaller,

every day got harder

and as moments passed by 

I knew I  couldn't escape what was in store

how could that be the end

It was my whisperers choice 

Run, is that all I can do?

the light never showed up

but left behind my whisperer 

with numerous faces hanging around 

nameless, desireless.

there was no fate nor destiny.

I knew my shadow would hide

the truth, she knew

but reality broke its reason

she is running too 

is there a way we would meet 

running on the same road 

is there a way we stay together 

betray fate and make destiny ours