A/N: A poem I wrote to go along with Stormhawk's 'Dark Side' arc. It's from
Agent Stef Mimosa's point of view, worrying if she's going to turn into
Whitman.
Disclaimer: Even though nothing is really mentioned in the poem, since it's part of the Agents Series: Matrix belongs to Warner bros and the Wachowskis. Mimosa and Whitman belong to Stormhawk.
The Darkness Within
By Overlord Mordax
I have seen my antithesis
and she has seeped into my soul,
an unrelenting presence.
A rhapsody of madness
whispered sweet into my ear.
In the fibers of my being
there lurks a creature born of hate,
and I can feel her spreading
sometimes in the night.
I've been contaminated; tainted
though I'm trying to hold back.
She's feeding off my fears and now
I fear her more for that.
I'm afraid to see a mirror
that her face might wait inside
and I'll hear her laughing; mocking
as she commandeers my mind.
And I'm so terribly afraid
that its not wholly her;
that somewhere deep inside me
lies what sparked her to appear.
So I'm playing games of waiting; watching
and I dare not close my eyes.
For a darkness lurks within me,
unholy crimson-black,
that blurs the line twixt her and I
and I know one day I'll snap.
Disclaimer: Even though nothing is really mentioned in the poem, since it's part of the Agents Series: Matrix belongs to Warner bros and the Wachowskis. Mimosa and Whitman belong to Stormhawk.
The Darkness Within
By Overlord Mordax
I have seen my antithesis
and she has seeped into my soul,
an unrelenting presence.
A rhapsody of madness
whispered sweet into my ear.
In the fibers of my being
there lurks a creature born of hate,
and I can feel her spreading
sometimes in the night.
I've been contaminated; tainted
though I'm trying to hold back.
She's feeding off my fears and now
I fear her more for that.
I'm afraid to see a mirror
that her face might wait inside
and I'll hear her laughing; mocking
as she commandeers my mind.
And I'm so terribly afraid
that its not wholly her;
that somewhere deep inside me
lies what sparked her to appear.
So I'm playing games of waiting; watching
and I dare not close my eyes.
For a darkness lurks within me,
unholy crimson-black,
that blurs the line twixt her and I
and I know one day I'll snap.
