I am the wall built brick by brick around you;
I am the army raised up to surround you.
I am this net of spells cast to confound you,
illusions that will dazzle and astound you.
I leave you with no option but surrender;
I hold you fast, oppressor and defender,
become your lover, terrible and tender,
beneath such nameless skies my dreams engender.
I am the priest who hears your each confession;
I am the penance paid for each transgression.
I am your darkest secret and obsession,
the whispered lie, unspoken indiscretion.
I sell myself to buy you as my slave,
condemning all that I would hope to save.
Fall on the altar laid within your nave;
I take away more than you ever gave.
I am where you shall be and you have been,
I am where you shall end and must begin.
I am the game you can not play to win,
For only I absolve you of my sin.
Stephen Brooke ©2010
It would be tedious to go into the personal mythologies and metaphors behind this bit of poetry, so I won't. Suffice it to say that the 'I' and 'you' here could be as much internal as external. Good old pentameter used on this one. I suspect that with the addition of a bridge -- could be a quite simple and short one -- this could be an artsy metalish rock song. No intentions of doing that at the moment.
Btw, tried out Blogger's 'new' editor and it took forever to load for me, like so much other new and improved stuff on the internet (mail programs, in particular), so I'm back to the old familiar one!