Poetry

The Riddle

By Wallace - 21 April 08

I am the day and the night
The dark and the light
The virgin queen
Perverse and obscene
Real but a dream

I am the pale moon shining down
Into your soul as you drown
With secrets you can never know
Whispered, inaudible
Quick, merciful and cold

I am the shade under the tree
As you rest your head to sleep
Moving with the breeze to hide
Cowardly leaving you behind
To be burnt and fried

I am empty yet I have all
Beautiful, divine, terrible
A vision incomplete
I cannot be seen
Unless you truly believe

I am gold and dust
Pure, worthless, unloved
Without your love

I won't ask for anything
Other than everything
Until you have nothing

I hold your birth and life
I pick when you will die
I stand outside of time

Who am I?