poem of the lasombra

i look into the mirror,
only to see nothing
the glass only reflects
an emptiness
of something that's still here.

i look out the window,
to see a dar, black night --
will i never see
the light of
the morning's sunrise again?

am i doomed
to live within
the chains,
the bondage,
the pain of night?

am i to forever
pay for
my greatest father's 
curse?

blood and ashes,
my only drink and food;
yet.. i do not mind
for it keeps me young
and alive, in a sense

i merge slowly
with my own shadow
to find my food and drink
i am confident
on the outcome of
tonight

but if only
i could see myself
if only
i would walk amongst
sun-kissed fields

if only his curse,
were not mine as well.

---mindie bolce