Realize

The bell atop the tower calls endlessly.
It is a bell of lying whispers.
Desire and temptation entwine themselves around its call.
Pulling at my insides.

Above the sky I see the one who cannot be.
Pulling the rope that signals everything.
Without an understanding of how its tolls distort this realm.
Burning away the scars.

The twinge of the taint across my forearm pains me.
It pulls toward the figure in the tower.
Drawing me towards the one who must be from within myself.
This one is my Shadow.