Alas! This enemy mounts his strength as fibre and bone in my body tremble in fitful distress Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh yet only a shady ghost Me. and yet not. He is no stranger and has come again to stand betwixt ink and expression musing excuses that i might take away proof of an intangible threat even now he cackles in derision blisfully unaware that i now i know it is only an excuse and real only when i allow it He is a lie fashioned of a bruised ego a clog in my wheel No more! It seeks once again to steal and the song of failure, sing **** “you shall not pass!" and by my will He was no more than harnessed and fueling my forges of creation