How did we stumble into this Labyrinth where we dwell?
It seems so cold, relentless, it is our private hell.
Each passing day draws us closer in…
Unending, unforgiving, there is no way that we can win.
I think to myself, as I settle in for the night…
It isn’t that we haven’t tried; we’ve put up a good fight.
Some I thought were allies hinder me…
While unexpected others have helped me to see.
I am awakened to hear something sneaking up from behind.
I turn, I pounce, the melee begins, I find…
My advisory to be stronger than ever before…
We have battled in the past, this time he wanted more.
My partner speeds into the battle, determination on her face.
Together we beat the monster down… We put him in his place.
Hearts still pounding, we pause to take a breath.
A moment of victory, we beat the beast to death!
We turn back to examine the carcass of our foe…
Nothing is there, the beast is gone… Where did it go?
Weapons drawn, we search around gazing in the darkness…
A shadowy figure, no there’s two… As we stare at our won likeness.
As the smoke clears, we see the beast in all its glory…
Laughing at us, jeering… The beast you see, is just a mirror…
End of Story.
By: Scott Christiansen
Scott Christiansen's poetry is printed here by permission. Please do not take without written approval of the author. You may visit his website at www.connectwithscott.com