The Imitator
The Imitator
You said there are two roads
but I can just recall one.
The raven is the imitator,
The raven is the mirror.
My hands hold their traces
And into your pupil I see his element.
The cataclysm of the beginning,
The blinding light after the gloom,
The blind and lonely peak of ego when falling.
We track a memory
His look resides within us
And this drea mis the ceremony.
