The darkness is my companion,
The silence is my spouse,
The daylight is what's frightening,
Its a killer ready to pounce.
The truth behind my eyes,
Is fading beyond all sight.
My isolation binds me,
Yet protects me in the night.
The cruelty in this world,
Fuels my twisted hate;
This shrouding cloak of solitude,
Hides me from those awake.
Must I labour on,
In shadow and in doubt?
For soon truth will be lost,
Soon I shall know naught...
A poem I wrote about a year ago yet when I reread it, I felt it fit Morgana well. As I have said before, I am not a fan of the simply evil Morgana and I feel there must be more to her than that.
*where I come from a stress can be put on naught so its rhymes with doubt*
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