My Second Shadow

A broken soul
A sharpened knife
A world of sin and strife
Such is my way of life

I burned something many a year ago
When I did I saw my foe
Standing as a gargoyle in the snow

It had horns aflame
In them I saw my name
A man who had come to me to lay his claim

His burning flames swallowed me whole
Never in my life had I felt so cold
The icy flames eating away at my soul
Where my soul existed was now a hole

His burning hands took hold
Of my mind, body, and soul
With them he began to mold
Creating a creature of angst and a heart ice cold

I had become, in essence, a crow
Wherever I went, I brought death and woe
For in life, my soul was once was pure as snow
But its death gave birth to a second shadow