Each day – I am loathe to look in the mirror,
And see the creature I have chosen to be.
Because it reminds me of the power I could wield.
But there is a sobering reassurance,
In knowing I would live in the dark,
But chose the light instead.
A far holier man than I could invoke divinity.
Yet I trust only in the magic of my will.
I sin in different ways.
My path is my crucible.
May my footsteps echo loudly.
You act as my witness.
