Shadow be thy name, Poetry be my sword

Got to thinking about it today, and i realised why the greatest danger to the self comes from the self. The one entity that can inflict ultimate unending torture upon the self comes from knowing the self and all its strengths and weaknesses. Now thats over, poem time:

Would that this release be granted by grace

Yet nowhere near is the end that will break these chains

Only the path that is beneath is clear

Both behind and ahead bathed in the unknown

This chance is worth the risk

Into Fates’ Embrace the tread is soothing

Let these shackles be wielded as a wisdom

And no longer as a restraint based on fear