Return to the Hall

[knightblade2001]

I am here.
In this place that I fear.
I wander to and fro,
portraits pass by as I go.
Visions of heroes and warriors of ages past,
whose tales will forever last.
The mirror is mounted at my back,
its voice taunts, attacks.

I turn to myself in that mirror,
to gave upon that awful terror.
However, the glass has became
a simple canvas inside the frame.
What have I done,
I have not won?
Nothing I conceive in my mind can convince,
because this utterly makes no sense.
I am no hero,
just standing in their shadow.
What choice of mine
earned my canvas the outline?

I whirl around looking over each portrait.
Try to understand, to concentrate,
They mock me, they taunt and tease,
Is this their evil, to do as the please?
I shake my head,
close my eyes at the dead,
Are the afraid?
of this creature they made?
Did they take her away?
Is this a game they play?
Why do they fear me?
Is it evil they see?
I turn and run for the door,
not wanting to return to my 'friends' anymore.