~the Night Mirrors~ Poem by E Nigma

She's taken ahold again, of my thoughts
That are consciously changing
Shifting beneath the sands of time
She sifts through my mind

From another plane, she calls my name
An echo that is constantly looming
Like the dragons breath blown from the depths
Of my soul along the scales of my spine

Buried in darkened depths
Is the deep covered in sleep
The chest she seeks holds the key
To her release, or so, she thinks

She creeps around the center from the east
Always on my tail but a step just beneath
And I'm the son that's shed my skin time and again
The sun that weeps over morning

The mourning that brings no relief
We've lived together as long as I can remember
Though we've never been spared a chance to speak
Which is why I no longer choose to sleep
For in my dreams, we always meet