Dread Shadow

For I am one acquainted with the night,
And I have walked its dark and secret ways,
And wended on the path 'twixt black and white
And turned my back on that which lit my days.
Like Abraham, I offered up my son.
I sacrificed the one that I loved most.
I gained my power from that which I'd done
And now am haunted by a lonely ghost.
There in the shadows 'round me lurks a shade,
The image clear of my only regret.
His is a spirit that will not be laid
And in another's eyes, he haunts me yet.
As history comes spinning round again
And brings me face to face with what has been.