I'm Not Who You Think I Am
Lady Shadow

You're watching me again; eyes like silver.
Cold (or so you like to think)
But I've seen that passion that burns in your soul
You think it to be a compliment to my own?
You smirk and think that my own imagination is redeeming you-
After all, you are a child only, no Dark Lord, no Occult Leader
You think (quite smug aren't you?) that you know who I am.
I watch you with barely concealed suspicion.
I'm sure you know why (and why not?)

I am the Forever-Forgiving-Golden-Boy-to-Whom-Angel's-Sing,
Certainly, I can forgive /anyone/
Even the serpent inside of you, around you (How much of that is the work of the Dark forces which you are unable to combat, and how much of that is yourself)
You know what I think of you.
You're the Serpent, Untrustworthy, Prince of Darkness, and mustn't forget Slytherin-Sex-God-to-Whom-I-Am-Ceaseless-Drawn
But, no...certainly not.
I'll tell you the truth.

You're Exactly Who I Think You Are.

I know it, I know you know it,
but you don't know I know it.
Ah, but the Great-and-Mighty-Masters-of-the-Universe have a sense of humor?
You think you know me so very well
The Hero, So-Very-Easily-Duped
you think you're good at it huh?
Very perceptive of you, dear
Alright, I can play- I'll cater to your dillusion
But, just before you go, I'll let you in on a little secret (inconsequential really)

I'm not who you think I am.