I had to write a poem that was reminiscent of Jim Morrison's works. Hope you like.

The Shadowmaster

The Shadowmaster crawls out of his hole,
leading the way to destruction.
Why would he do this?

I would ask of him to leave,
forget that I exist,
and leave me in my misery.
I crawl towards the safety
of my mother's womb,
where darkest hour seemed so vague
and protection was all I had.

A cry in the night
leads the Shadowmaster
to my home.
A longing, he feels,
I am not alone tonight.

Though my mind says go,
I know I need him.
The Shadowmaster feels it,
and he knows.
Why would he do this?

God reaches in with
itchy fingers,
clawing at my soul,
but the Shadowmaster's iron grip
does not give.

A combination of
every bad thought swirls
in a vortex of my imagination.
Lying somewhere my
good takes hold,
and I plummet into
the abyss known as
my conscience.

Grabbing my newfound weapon,
I take hold
and attack the Shadowmaster
as he sinks deeper into my soul.
I found to my surprise
his strength increases,
and I slip away.
Why would he do this?