©ESR 2007

You ask me who I am

I am the shadow that crosses your mind,
I am the voice that braids out this rhyme.

The softest whisper in the night that awakens you
That makes you hesitate to sleep this night.

I am the watcher
who listens to the lies you weave,
hurting those you deceive.

I watch and I wait,
Patiently waiting for your mistake.

Then you will live how you treat,
and we shall see how you sow what you reap.

I hope you learn how to be God’s “messenger”
without the Devil’s wings attached to your feet.