I am a bird with no wings,
The sky without the sun.
The moon without its stars,
And every victory I haven’t won.
I am the mirror in the dark,
The reflection of my shadows.
A candle dipped in water,
And storms beneath the shallows.
I am two held in one,
Light and dark entwined.
Every story I have begun,
Every mark I’ve left behind.
I am the dimly lit city lights
At the end of the desolate street.
The horrors of the night,
And the sun’s voice, soft and sweet.