I WALK AND SHE WALKS
A CONTEST NOT MADE
I WAVE, SO DOES SHE
WHAT GUTS DOTH ABIDE?
MY RHYTHM IN DANCE
A REPLICA SHE PRINTS
ANGER AND PASSION WHAT PRANKS COULD BE MADE?
A STOP AND A THOUGHT, REVENGE I MUST SEEK!
MY DAGGER I DRAW, SHE PULLS AS SWIFT AS MINE
WHERE LEARNT SHE THIS ART OF MIMICRY?
IN BRIEF FOR THOUGHT EXPLORED
PLEASE SHOW THY FACE OR I STRIKE
MY BLOW NOT A THING DOTH STRUCK
REFLECTION LIKE MIRRORS REBOUND
IN KNOWING A TWIN I AM NOT
IN VAIN DO I SEEK THIS PERSON YET STILL TO FIND
ONLY I AND MYSELF SEE I
MY TWIN, MY COMPANY, MY SHADOW
MIND, SOUL AND BODY
THE VOID FOR YOU ALONE