Weep, dear one.
Weep, for the end may yet prove distant.
Why, is asked, do the shadows spin so?
What seek they to tell?
Entwined umbra and penumbra form an endless panopticon.
Though forward I do travel,
Though obstacles abound,
Vast unintended consequences find homes along my path.
Then, a breach.
Impassable.
From behind, they close in.
I am to be defeated.
And so the taint grows deeper.
Cracks forming in my core allow it entrance.
And we fuse.