Chasing Away The Light
Oh Ra! Whereupon the sands of time I climb
I stare into the eyes of the soul that has long since been lost
The decaying empty grin glares back at me.
Mocking me.
A sagging dirty lock droops over my visage, shutting it from the
rest of the world, outside
I feel my mind convulsing, fight back the revulsion;
the rising bile escalating in my throat overwhelming me like a tidal wave of lethargic pain.
The electric flicker of the fading light bulb
imprints itself on the back of my mind;
and through the stagnant festering thoughts
I holler; when did you lose yourself? When did you
let the King of Games win?
For, as long as light continues to shine upon this world,
Darkness shall exist in all her subterranean glory.
I smash my reflection, switch off the light.
Watch out- the King of Shadows is back.
A side of Bakura that is open to speculation...