Did you forget your name?
You are a shadow, shadow, leader of the shadow people.
It's in your head and you don't see it.
Enter and come talk to me now, or die.
We're working toward a goal. Unity. We have a benefactor. Malady.
I'm giving you a right to move on.
Tread lightly, for ours is the way of the Serpent.
*This poem was created entirely through short phrases I heard in my mind from my own inner voice, but not of my own conscious will, either coming out of sleep, or from a meditative state. The lines are each of these phrases, listed in the order they were received, over almost a year. The last line was said tonight (I admit to having to look up the definition of a few words to know what they actually meant, despite hearing them said in my mind).*