A SHADOW SITS:

A shadow sits in the gloom.

They sat together,

Her Eidolon and she,

Doomed to walk forever,

She and the mournful he.

Her phantom-twin sang of death,

While she pranced in the Gardens of Life,

Together they drew a deep breath,

Engaging in their life-long strife.

Perfection she seeks,

Laughing at the sun,

Depression, the scent he reeks,

Her psychological son.

Hiding in the mists,

Of a too-loud laugh,

Ignoring him as he twists,

In the dark and pain of the Scythe staff.

One day, she will come undone,

And together in the dark they'll sit,

As one,

Of either soul that split.

A shadow in this dark sits, smiling.