Shadow-man

Shadow-man cloaked in falsehood
Living out his lies
face a mirage, play of light
Among the saints he hides

Contorting mind not conforming
To the common thought
In acceptance he finds safety
And their refusal to see

Web of lies or web of intrigue
Woven in his head
Lord of mysteries real to Him
Is this the king of kings?

Shadow-man sees himself
In the mirror of his mind
Does not recognise what he sees
Knows not who he is

Traitor in the midst is he
Burning from within
Hells fire or Holy pyre?
Saint or son of sin?

Who is he? Who is he?

Silence deafening is his cry
A fear of being found
Come and find me...
Come and find me...
See who I really am.