My shadow changes into a mere memory
When the demons ensorcell me.

For the mirror shows a single reflection,
But my cosmos visions numerous apparitions -
As the colours of my past
That linger deep in my soul.

For I recall my old periphery
And scour for an antidote to this reverie.
Dwelling in the shades of my own ghost
As I feel my past summon me once more.

For I am the visage of the sand
Changing beneath the whimsical tides
I present myself in the form of...